by Daphne Dawn
He slows his pace right down, stroking slowly in and out of me, and I moan, long and low. The feeling is amazing, soft and sensual. I close my eyes and give myself over, getting lost in the feeling. The rocking feels more intense with my eyes closed because of the alcohol in my system.
It is amazing.
Kevin
She is fantastic in bed. She’s loud, gasping and moaning and crying out. I hate it when women keep quiet. I never know if they’re enjoying it, or if I am doing it right. I know exactly what Carly is feeling, and she is loving it.
It makes it easier for me to judge how close she is to orgasming with her sounds, too. She moans and gasps and makes all the right sounds, which means that I can stop her from coming just before she does and draw it our longer and longer.
With her on her back, her breasts are against my chest. They are perfect–a little bigger than my hands when I hold them. I love it when there is more than I can handle.
Her nipples aren’t too large, and they are light, erect against my pectorals as her desire courses through her body.
I push up onto my hands so that my arms are straight on either side of her head. My cock pushes deeper into her, and she gasps, her eyes on mine. I gyrate my hips, moving my cock in a circular motion inside her. She gasps, and I know I am hitting the right spots, judging by her breathing and the way her face goes slack.
For a while, I tease her like that, moving my cock around and around without really sliding in and out of her. Not only does it keep her in one spot and drive her crazy, but it gives me time to pull myself together, too. I don’t want to come just yet, and a few moments ago, I’d been very close.
When I am ready, I start pumping into her again. I am balanced on my hands, with my legs almost flat on the bed all the way to my cock. I rock my hips back and forth. I slide into her, going deeper and deeper as I pick up my pace and fuck her harder and harder.
She moans loudly, the rhythm of our sex and the rhythm of her moans linking up. Her breasts swing back and forth, and I watch for a while before I turn my attention back to her face. She is getting closer. I can tell. Her face changes–I’d seen what she looks like when she orgasms when we were in the car–and she is well on her way. I fuck her harder and harder until she gasps and cries out. Her mouth rounds into an ‘O’ and her eyes are squeezed shut. She arches off her bed, her legs wrapping around my ass and my thighs. She grabs onto my shoulder, and her nails bite into my skin as she orgasms.
When she lets me go, I can still feel her fingers on my skin. A part of me hopes that she left behind the little half-moons of her fingernails.
She breathes hard, opening her eyes and looking at me through hooded eyes. I lean down and kiss her. She kisses me back, long and sensual.
She doesn’t take very long to recover.
“Lie on your back,” she says.
I’m not about to disagree with her. I want more sex, and she is apparently a wild cat in bed. She crawls onto me, straddling my hips and facing my feet. Her ass is toward me, and she lifts herself up so that I can see everything. Her pussy lips are swollen and a little shiny, her ass is beautiful and round, and her thighs are smooth.
I reach for her ass and run my hands over her cheeks. She wraps her fingers around my cock with her hand between her legs and sits down on me, still facing away.
When she straightens up, her weight and my body beneath her push her ass cheeks up and out even more so that she has a bubble butt in the purest sense of the phrase.
She starts rocking back and forth, riding me.
Her ass is amazing from this angle, jiggling as she rides me, round and the perfect size to balance out her large breasts. With her tiny waist, she has the perfect hourglass figure.
I watch her ride me, rocking her hips back and forth faster and faster. Her long brown hair hangs down her back, and it moves in waves as she rocks back and forth. I reach up and push my hands into the stuff. Her hair is thick and soft. Silky.
I wrap it around my hands once–it is long enough for that–and I pull down slightly so that her back is arched and her head is tipped back. I am careful not to hurt her.
She cries out–a cry of pleasure, not pain–and she moans loudly with every stroke. I see her arm move, and I get the impression she is playing with herself, rubbing her clit while she rides me. Her moans become breathy, and I know she is getting closer again. She came almost on demand, it was that often, and it is so damn satisfying to see her lose herself again and again while I am inside of her, in one way or the other.
I watch her ass as she rides me, holding onto her hair and letting her do her thing.
After a while, I let go of her hair and run my hands over her hips, her ass, her thighs, and her back. I keep doing it while her gasps become erratic. She leans forward a little and her strokes become shorter on top of me.
When she orgasms, her walls clamp down on my dick, and I feel her spasm, her muscles contracting. Her body is curled forward, her knees pressing against my thighs as her body tries to close around me.
She breathes hard and stops moving. After a moment, she lifts herself so that I slide out of her. She gasps when I do, and I can feel how tight she is. Three orgasms will do that to her, I imagine.
When she is next to me on the bed, her dark eyes trace my body, and I let her stare at me. My cock is thick and hard, coated with our sex, and it lies along my lower abdomen. I look at her as she stares at me.
She moves forward and takes my cock in her hands. A moment later, she wraps her mouth around my dick again, and her lips close over the head. I can just imagine what we taste like together, what it’s like to go down on me after I’ve been inside of her.
The idea is incredibly sexy. I don’t know what it is that is so attractive about a woman that is willing to put her mouth over something that has been inside of her, but I love it. I love how she is willing to do anything. She is daring in bed, carefree and wild, and she takes initiative.
A woman like this is hard to find.
When she pushes her head down over my cock, I stop thinking altogether. Every thought that may have been in my mind disappears, and there is nothing except the feeling of her hot mouth around my cock.
She moves her head up and down and sucks me the way she’d sucked me before. She bobs her head faster and faster, meeting her lips with her hand, lengthening her range. I put my hand on her head, and she moans around my cock. The humming sound that she makes sends vibrations through my dick that feel like nothing I’ve felt before, and I groan.
Carly removes her hand and pushes her head farther down so that the tip of my cock presses against her soft palate. She pulls back a little, takes a deep breath like she is diving into water, and pushes her head down. I feel her gag just a little, a strangled sound escaping her mouth, but she gets it under control.
The moment I am farther down her throat, she is fine.
Carly is deepthroating me. Oh, my God.
I groan and close my eyes. She bobs her head up and down, pushing me deep down her throat a few times before she pulls back for air. She does this a few times. She isn’t going very fast, but she doesn’t have to.
I feel the orgasm building. My balls contract, and I am going to release soon if she keeps going. She keeps bobbing her head. A moment later, I can’t hold back anymore. Carly feels me coming and pushes her head down, shoving me into her throat as far as she can. I come down her throat, pumping, emptying myself out into her mouth.
She holds her breath, keeping me there while I come inside her. She squeezes my balls, milking me, dragging out every drop.
When she pulls back her head, she gasps for air. She swirls her tongue around my cock a few times, and I jerk at the feeling. I am so sensitive now.
Carly lets up, just before I am about to ask her to stop. She smiles at me, and she looks satisfied with herself. And rightly so. She has done an amazing job.
“I have never had a blowjob like that before,” I say to her.
She smiles
shyly, and the Carly I’ve gotten to know a little at the office peeks through again.
“Tonight, went a little differently than I expected,” she says.
I chuckle. She pulls her knees up and hugs them to her body. It looks like she is closing in on herself. I sit up. My cock pulses with the aftereffects of the orgasm, and my body is spent.
“I agree,” I say. When I’d asked her out for drinks, the idea hadn’t been to sleep with her. Sure, I’d wanted to fuck her since the first time I saw her, and I was really turned on the whole day by her, but I never intended to fuck her.
It is so bad for my company image and the way Hull worries about it. But I am still buzzing with the alcohol and the orgasm I’ve just had, and I’m not going to worry about that now.
Besides, if she can climb the executive ladder as well as she can fuck…well, what can I say? Easiest bet of my life.
I want to ride the wave of bliss and bask in the afterglow of the best sex I’ve had to date. And that is saying something. I’ve had a good amount of sex.
My mind jumps to Scott. I have a lot to tell him. What will he think about her? I know he’s chasing her as well, and that makes me feel queasy. And that doesn’t happen often. To be honest, it has never happened before.
Maybe Carly is the one.
She is certainly something else in bed.
“I have to get going,” I say to her after we’ve sat together in silence for a while.
Carly nods, and I can’t tell what she is thinking. I get off the bed and look for my clothes, pulling them on as I find them. When I am dressed, my phone in hand to call the driver, I glance at Carly. She gets up, too, and pulls a robe over her shoulders, wrapping herself up so that she is decent again.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say.
“Tomorrow,” she repeats. She walks me out and closes the door behind me when I leave. I follow the corridor to the stairs and back down to the street where I wait on the curb for my car to fetch me.
Carly
I don’t know what to expect at work the next morning. Kevin and I had fucked, and it hadn’t been the plan at all. It hadn’t been what was supposed to happen. Hell, it was the opposite of what he’d asked me to do when he explained to me how difficult the investors are.
I shouldn’t have slept with him. I should have said no to that date altogether. Because that is what it ended up being. A date. When he’d asked me out for drinks, I agreed right away because working with him has been good–he treats me like I have a brain and know how to use it, and he is so fucking hot, it’s to die for.
And now? Now, I am terrified I’m going to get fired.
I’d never asked Dana why the previous personal assistant had been fired. What if the same thing happened, and they’d become so sour with each other that everyone assumed they just didn’t along? What if he’d booted her out the door the moment they’d fucked?
God, I can’t think like this. I am driving myself crazy, and I haven’t even gotten into the office yet.
I put on a black, wide-legged pair of pants that was high-waisted and wore a tuck-in cream blouse with it. I tie my hair back in a messy bun and put on makeup. Dressing up always makes me feel invincible, and I still want him to see me as someone he will want to be with. Thinking like that is wrong, but that is how I feel, and I can’t help it.
Even now, when I’m sober, I get butterflies when I think about it. I get wet when I picture him naked and fucking me.
I can’t put off leaving for so long that I end up late for work. So, when I am ready, I make my way to the office. When I walk through the door, my stomach is a tight knot, but I climb the stairs to Kevin’s floor.
It is my fourth day on the job, and I’ve already slept with my boss. What does that say?
That he is hot, and I want him, for sure. What else?
I’m not sure.
When I arrive, Kevin is in his office on the phone. I put my bag on my desk and go through the envelopes and files that have been delivered with the first mail run. I glance at Kevin a few times. He sits behind his desk, the phone pressed against his ear, and he doesn’t look up at me once.
I try not to read anything into it, but I’m nervous that he is angry with me.
I pull out my phone and check my messages. There are two from Emma. My sister had tried to get a hold of me last night–I hadn’t even checked.
I dial her number and press the phone against my ear.
“Where were you last night?” she asks.
“I was working,” I lie. It comes so easily–the lie–it almost scares me.
“I tried calling you at nine. I was at your apartment. You were working that late?”
I shrug, even though she can’t see me. “It’s a new job. I expect the first month to be chaotic. You know how it goes.”
Emma doesn’t know how it goes with a new job. She’s been in the same job since she graduated from college. My little sister is the stable type, the type that doesn’t take risks, doesn’t want adventure, and does what she says she’ll do, even if she hates it. At twenty-seven, she is as stable as a forty-year old. I am twenty-nine, and I’ve been through a few jobs already, and I’m still not sure where I belong in life. Sure, I graduated late, and then I failed at getting the job of my dreams. And sure, I’m just a secretary…but I’m ambitious. That’s something my sister can’t understand, no matter how hard I try.
“I want to see you,” Emma says.
“How about lunch today?” I ask. “I’m off for an hour at two.”
We agree on a café between our two jobs, and I hang up. When I glance at Kevin again, he isn’t on the phone anymore. He stares at me through the glass, and it’s disconcerting.
A moment later, he beckons me to come to the office. I swallow hard and get up. I know he is watching me all the way to his door and then to his desk once I shut us in, and I have no idea what he is thinking. He wears a poker face that tells me nothing at all.
“You sit down, Carly,” he says when I remain standing.
I do as he asks and take a deep breath, trying to blow it out without a shudder.
“I want to talk to you about last night,” he says.
I nod. Here it comes, I think. This is where he is going to fire me.
“That can never happen again,” he says.
I nod again, slower.
He sighs. “The investors are really a pain in my ass. If something like this comes out…”
I start talking, but my voice croaks and I have to clear my throat before I can say more.
“I’m sorry,” I finally manage. “I don’t usually do this kind of thing. I don’t know what came over me.”
Kevin shakes his head. “You sound like you’re blaming yourself. Don’t. It took both of us, and if I have to be honest about it, I loved it.”
I blink at him. “You did?”
He grins at me, the first sign of emotion, and it is positive.
“I did,” he says again. “You’re something else, Carly.”
I can’t help but smile. My cheeks heat up, and I am blushing again. Dammit.
Kevin chuckles. It makes me feel like an idiot for still responding like a teenager when a man compliments me. Especially considering how he’d seen me last night–drunk and willing to lose absolute control.
“You were worried,” he says. A statement, not a question.
“I was scared you might fire me for it.”
Kevin shakes his head, swiveling from side to side in his chair. “I can’t fire you for something I’m equally guilty of, and I don’t want to fire you at all. To tell you the truth, I want to do it all again.”
He looks at me with sincere blue eyes, not blinking or flinching once. I fail at hiding the surprise on my face.
“How do you feel about it?” he asks.
I look down at my hands.
“I want to do it again, too,” I say. I have to tell him the truth. It is pointless lying to him about it after we’ve already done it and he has made i
t so clear that we can’t do it again.
“Well, now,” Kevin says with a grin, his tone teasing. “We seem to have a problem then, you and I. So much good sex to be had, and so many reasons not to have it.”
I look over my shoulder when he speaks about the sex so openly. If someone hears it, I have no idea what kind of trouble I’ll get into.
“Don’t worry,” he says, knowing what I am thinking. “No one can hear us talking through the glass. It’s sound proof. I made sure of it.”
I wonder why he would do that, but I let it slide.
“Can I ask you something personal?” Kevin asks.
The moment he does, I am on my guard and curious, all at the same time.
“Yeah?”
He looks at his desk, thinking about his words before he speaks them. “What do you think about Scott?”
The question catches me completely off guard. I open my mouth, not knowing what I’m going to say, and I end up not saying anything.
“You can be honest about it. I’m just asking. There’s no wrong answer.”
I think about it, and I have no idea about what to say. I’ve noticed that Scott’s eyes linger on my body, and the way his lips curl into a smile whenever I face him…he’s just like Kevin. How does that make me feel? Hell if I know.
But doesn’t even matter? It’s not like I’ve been introduced to the man.
“I don’t know,” I say. Kevin’s face is surprised. “I guess it depends.”
“On?” Kevin asks, and there’s a flame in his eyes. Is he hinting at what I’m thinking? I mean, what the hell are we even talking about?
Because if he’s asking me if I feel attracted to Scott…well, that’s an easy answer. Besides, I know the two of them are friends. Best friends, or so Dana tells me. Does that mean Kevin is proposing a…? Oh, God, I can’t even say it.
I smile. The idea turns me on. And my boss proposing it? God.