Room For Three

by Melissa Silvey

  I could tell him I’ve been ready since he kissed me in the helicopter. I could tell him that I’ve wanted him since I first met him. I could admit that just his eyes on me make my entire body tingle. Instead, I say what I know will push us both over the edge. “Play with my boobs while you kiss me.”

  “Ohhhh, yes!” he exclaims, as his lips are immediately on mine. He’s an amazing kisser, even though he seems unsure of his abilities. His hands are so eager on my breasts, touching and pinching and teasing. And his hips are thrusting, moving his cock against my aching pussy.

  Suddenly he pulls away, and his black eyes are burning as if he’s just had the most important thought ever. He stares at me, and he is completely serious, as he says, “I want you naked, right now.”

  He moves off the bed, and begins to remove his clothing. He takes only a moment with his former nemesis, the cufflinks, before the expensive shirt is discarded onto the floor. The pants, which were already open and barely hanging on his hips, are swiftly removed as well. Then he stands in front of me, completely naked. If I thought he looked good in his tailored, bespoke suits, I was wrong. He looks indescribably gorgeous out of them.

  His skin is pale, and it looks even more pale with the spattering of dark hair between his pecs, which trails down over his abs. He must groom his pubes, because they’re short and neat, and a perfect v. His muscles are lean, and his abs are flat but don’t protrude ridiculously. He is perfection. I can’t believe how lucky I am.

  “Do you need help?” he asks me, when his clothes are crumpled on the floor.

  “Yes,” I answer, just to make him undress me.

  His hands are shaking again as he reaches for my panties. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, as he eagerly removes the cotton garment. I know my body isn’t perfect, like his. I know I have stretch marks from having a baby, and I might carry a little too much weight around my hips, but he’s gazing at me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted and more.

  His fingers lightly caress my shaved lips, before they dip between them to search out my clit. My entire body spasms when he touches it. His grin is wide, happy, as he watches my body shake for him. It only makes me react to him more intensely. Then he moves his finger down, to slide inside me. Both of us gasp loudly.

  “I want you, Asher! Please!” I cry out.

  “Lay against the pillows,” he orders, almost calmly. I make myself comfortable in the huge bed. Then he reaches down into his trousers, pulls out his wallet, and finds a condom inside it. “Safety first.”

  I try not to roll my eyes at my always prepared boss, who has just become my lover too. Asher Glass is my lover. I smile as the thought comes to my mind.

  “I’m nervous. I want this to be amazing for you.” His voice quivers, as he crawls into the big bed with me. He endears himself to me more and more all the time.

  “You’re doin’ great so far,” I assure him.

  “Is there anything you want, before…” I spread my legs, and he moves between them. He has the base of his thick cock in his hand, and he’s aiming it where he wants to plunge it. “It’s lubricated.”

  “Oh, yes, it is,” I whisper.

  He smiles when he realizes what I mean. I reach out for him again, trailing my fingernails over the soft skin of his chest. “Do that again,” he sighs, as he tips his head back. So my hands roam over his torso, and his neck, as he slowly enters me.

  I see the chill bumps form over his body when he’s inside me. I see the bright smile cover his face. Once he’s buried balls deep within my body, his fingers find my chest again. His hands splay out, then squeeze. My nipples rub against his palms, and become even harder still.

  “Charlie, you’re mine now,” he mutters, as he leans forward to kiss me. His lips cover my mouth. His hips wiggle against me, looking for and finding a spot that makes me cry out, even though it’s muffled by his mouth. His hands move up, over my chest, to grab my hair. His kiss deepens, his tongue moving in the same slow, intent rhythm of his hips.

  He’s making love to me, not having sex with me. He’s touching something deep inside me no one else ever has. He’s awakening feelings I haven’t felt since I was nineteen. He’s trying to possess me, and all I can do is wrap my arms around his neck and my calves around his hips, and hold on tight.

  He breaks the kiss to whisper, “Come with me Charlie.” And then his eyes find mine again, and they are sparkling with the same emotions I’m feeling. This is right. It is so incredibly right.

  “Yes, Asher,” I whisper, because I always do what he asks.

  My muscles tense, causing my legs to grasp him tighter and my hips to thrust upward into his unyielding body. He kisses me as he thrusts once more, so that we both reach our climax together.

  He practically purrs as he nuzzles against my neck for a moment, as if basking in the afterglow. When he realizes how heavy he is, he rolls off of me, but he holds on to me and brings me with him. His arms are wrapped around me, and the top of my head is nestled under his chin. My cheek rests against his chest, and my hands grip his hips. His heart is racing, and his breathing is ragged.

  “Do you need anything? Are you thirsty?” he asks, after his heart stops pounding against my ear.

  “No,” I answer.

  He kisses my hair, and murmurs, “Are you okay? Was it okay?”

  “You were amazing. I just want to close my eyes and sleep, wrapped up in your arms.” I’m suddenly very tired, lying here sheltered against him.

  “If there’s anything you want, or anything you need, just tell me.”

  “Well, there is one thing I want. I want to wake up in your arms.” I chuckle as I say it. I don’t want to think about the impact this will have on our relationship right now. I don’t want to discuss what we expect from each other. I don’t even want to think about the fact that he told me he’s gay. Does having sex with me mean he’s bi? I just want to bask in the afterglow. I want to enjoy the softness of his skin, and the warmth of his body. I want to feel every inch of him. I want this, more than I realized I would.

  Chapter Eleven

  As I disembark the plane, I realize just how stupid this might be. When she didn’t answer my texts, it didn’t bother me. She is very focused on him when she is working. It’s amazing to see her dedication to him. But when I tried to call Asher and he didn’t answer, I knew something was wrong. Asher wouldn’t avoid my calls, not at eight o’clock in the evening anyway.

  The worst thing about it is I don’t know if they are together, even though I assume they are. I wonder if they’re waking up together right now, her arms around his waist, his back to her chest. He likes being the little spoon. I like it too, because it puts my dick perfectly in line with his ass.

  Or maybe, he’s facing her, so he can have her breasts against his face.

  I’m literally making myself crazy thinking about it. Crazy enough to get on a plane at two o’clock in the morning to check in on them. Now I’m here, at six on a Saturday morning, and I can’t just call him to ask him to send a limo for me. I would feel even more like a fucking loser than I already do. Do I wait, until Asher might actually be awake? Or do I catch a cab and knock on his hotel room door?

  And then what? Accuse him of cheating on me? Demand to know why he didn’t answer my calls? Act like an insecure bitch and totally fuck up our relationship?

  Fuck! All those things sound really terrible right now. Why didn’t I think of those things before I actually boarded the plane? Why did I think this would be a good idea? The problem was I didn’t think at all. I just got the idea in my head, after having a few beers, and I bought the ticket. I was emotional, and I just did it.

  Huge fucking mistake.

  I need to act like an adult, and this is not the way to do it.

  I stop at the counter that’s on the way before I exit into the airport. I put on my nicest smile, which is hard after I’ve been in the air all night, and didn’t get any sleep at all.

  “I’m sorry. I’ve made a hug
e mistake. Is there any way I can get a flight back to Wilmington?” I ask, as politely as possible.

  The nice lady behind the counter looks as puzzled as I feel. “I’m sorry…”

  “It’s just that, I came here because my lover is here on a business trip with his gorgeous assistant, and he didn’t answer his phone. I got all jealous, and now I feel like a complete asshole for not trusting him.” In this case, the truth has got to be better than a lie.

  Her expression has changed to empathy after my sob story. “Let’s see what we can do, Mr…”

  “Waits. Peyton Waits,” I tell her, and hand her my identification. I hope I can fix this before embarrassing myself any further.

  But Asher is going to have to work really hard to convince me he wasn’t fucking Charlie. And, he’s going to have to suck my cock every day for a week. Twice a day. Swallowing will be an added bonus.

  “You know, I think I know exactly what you should do,” she says, with a twinkle in her eyes.

  I’m not sure I’m going to like where this is going.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Good morning beautiful.” It’s Asher’s deep, calm, super sexy voice. Great, I’m dreaming about my boss again. Holy cow! This time I can even smell his cologne. And, coffee? Do I smell coffee? “Are you awake, sweetheart?”

  Oh shit, he called me sweetheart. He called me sweetheart while he was making love to me, too. I didn’t imagine that, and I didn’t dream it. I had sex with Asher! I smile at the thought. And then I wince. I told him I didn’t sleep with my bosses, and now I’ve gone and done it.

  Is he going to fire me now? He called me sweetheart, though. That should mean something, right?

  “I made coffee, and it’s getting cold,” he murmurs against my ear. Then he pushes my hair off my cheek and kisses it gently.

  I finally open my eyes, and he’s gazing at me with so much happiness. It’s almost hard to believe that I’m in bed with him, and he’s actually happy about it. I smile back at him, and murmur, “What did you say about coffee?”

  He leans forward, and kisses my forehead. “I said your coffee is probably cold.”

  “Darn it,” I mumble. I honestly don’t know how to act around him now, and I feel like an utter moron. Should I apologize? Should I be cocky, and exclaim, Yea, we just did that! Or should I act like it didn’t happen? Maybe I’ll just wait and see what he says. While staring into his black eyes. That seem to be waiting on me to say something.

  “What happens now?” I finally ask. “What do we do now?”

  He clicks his tongue behind his teeth, and arches his dark brows. “That depends, Charlie, on what you want to happen now.” He caresses my cheek softly, then moves his fingertips to my lips. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

  What does he mean? Sexually? Emotionally? For breakfast? I kiss his fingertips, and his eyes go wide. Then I lick his fingers, one at a time. I enjoy watching his reactions, and I love the way his dark eyes sparkle as he watches me. I reach out my hand, and caress his wrist. My thumb brushes against the inside of his wrist, then his palm. My other hand goes out to touch his cheek, and he moans lightly. He continues to stare at me, as I mirror what his fingers are doing, touching my fingers to his lips.

  I gasp loudly, though, when he sucks my fingers into his mouth, instead of licking them. I remember how good he is with his mouth. I want to feel that on my lips, my nipples, and everywhere else.

  I breathe deeply, as he uses his tongue to caress my fingers. “I want you, Asher. I want your lips and your tongue on my body. I want you in every possible way.”

  I pull my fingers out of his mouth, and replace them with my tongue. He melts into me, moving his big body so his hands and arms are wrapped around me. We’re lying on our sides facing each other, just how he woke me up. As he pulls me closer, my chest is crushed against his.

  He’s kissing me, and it’s making me lose my mind. That in itself would be enough to make me want him again, but he’s also gently rubbing his fingers up and down my back, and I can’t stop shivering. Does he know what he’s doing to me? Is he trying to make me go insane?

  I can feel his penis rubbing against my stomach. It feels big, aroused, and very wet, just like it was last night. I have to touch it, to see if I can make it harder, and make him as crazy as he’s making me. I angle my hands down over his stomach, and take his throbbing cock in them.

  “I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone in my life,” he groans against my tingling lips. His body shakes, and his hands move from my back to my breasts.

  “I want you too,” I reply.

  “I asked the front desk for condoms, and they brought them up while you were sleeping.” As he says it, he rolls me over onto my back. “I want to have sex with you again,” he murmurs, as he kisses my cheek. He moves to my neck, right under my ear. “And again.” His lips trail down, over my chest, to find a nipple. “And again.”

  I forget how to think, how to speak, as he slowly suckles at the sensitive bud. My fingers twine into his dark hair that might be a bit too long. My hips move with his, trying to get him inside me. But he’s in control. He wants to build my excitement slowly, pulling emotions out of me that I’ve tried to repress for years.

  But wanting him, needing him, can’t be denied. It’d be like holding my breath, I could probably only do it for a moment or two before I was overwhelmed with a desire, to breathe, to feel, to… love.

  He’s on his knees between my legs, with one hand on my left breast, and the other lightly tracing a line of pleasure between my breasts, over my stomach, and down lower until his fingers find my wet center. My insides are quivering, aching, needing him to touch my most sensitive areas.

  Suddenly I’m afraid. I didn’t want to admit how I felt about my boss. I was just being thorough when I made sure he didn’t overwork himself, I reasoned. Or I was just doing my job, when I made sure he ate and drank. It was the maternal instinct, I tried to tell myself, like Asher was just another child I had to take care of. But Asher isn’t, he’s a gorgeous, sexy, sensual man who apparently wants me as much as I want him.

  I send a thank you out to the universe, just as his fingers dip between my lips to find my clit. “Ahhh!” I moan, when he caresses it almost lovingly.

  I don’t know how long I’ve been in love with him. But I know I am. Whenever I’m near him, I feel an electricity buzzing all through me.

  His finger slips inside me, and I gasp loudly. “Asher!” I cry out. I don’t want to say I love him. I’m not ready for that. We’re not ready for that. He looks up at me, as if he’s confused. I smile at him, because I want him to see that what he’s doing is bringing me pleasure. He seems unsure. “Yes,” I whisper.

  “You like it?” he mutters. “You want it?”

  “Yes Asher. I want you.”

  “You’re ready?” he asks, as he slowly moves the finger out, then back in again.

  “I’ll die if you don’t,” I sigh. He grins at me before he moves away, only long enough to grab a condom he’s placed on the bedside table. Apparently he’s been thinking about having sex with me, and planning it, while I was still asleep.

  He looks deep into my eyes as he rolls the condom down his long hard tool. My entire body practically quakes with anticipation. I reach out my hands, and encounter his hips. He closes his eyes, and inhales loudly. “I feel the same way,” he assures me.

  He leans forward to kiss me just before he thrusts into me. My body tenses up around him, and he moans loudly. I can’t believe it feels just as good as it did the first time. Touching him, feeling him, being with him, is so much better than I imagined it would be. His reactions are so much more intense than I expected. He literally wants this just as much as I do, maybe more.

  He moans into my mouth as I continue to rub over his hips, his stomach, and around to his lower back. Then, when I grab his ass, he bucks wildly into me. He thrusts deeper, and harder, and faster. I groan loudly, and move my hips up with his rhythm. He’s not making love to
me this time. No, he’s fucking me hard and fast.

  And I like it.

  “Yes, there,” I grunt into his mouth.

  “Too rough?” he murmurs.

  “No, just right!” I cry out when his hands find my breasts. He’s not gently exploring like he did last night, he’s taking what he wants while still giving me pleasure.

  It’s so good. It’s incredible. It’s everything I always wanted.

  “Come with me, Charlie,” he moans. My muscles clench around his big dick, and he cries out. “Now!”

  He leans back, and with more force than I can bare he drills into me. “Charlie!” he screams, as his entire body convulses. My muscles contract with the pleasure that is almost painful.

  Then his eyes open, and he searches mine. It’s like looking into the deepest, darkest night, and finding a flicker of light. He smiles at me, and I exhale loudly as if I was holding my breath and didn’t know it. He rolls over onto his side, and brings me with him.

  He gently caresses my cheek, and says, “I want you to be exclusively mine now, Charlie. And I want to be yours. Will you do that for me?”

  I nod my head, and close my eyes. It’s not like I was dating anyway, or that I wanted to date anyone but Asher. Except maybe Peyton. But that was just one date. One dinner date and then lunch. Should I tell him? What, that I belong to Asher now? That I’m exclusively his? His what? His girlfriend?

  Making love with Asher is tiring, but amazing. I feel him beside me, his warm, strong body holding me close. He kisses the top of my head, and strokes softly up and down my back.

  His voice is rich, strong, when he says, “I’m crazy about you Charlie. I’ve wanted you since I met you, I just didn’t realize how much, or exactly what I wanted. But I know now. This is what I want. This is what I need. Do you understand?”

  I shake my head. I don’t understand. What will this mean for my job? For our future? What will this mean for my daughter?