by T L Osborn
“Ow, no need to beat me up.” He pulls me to my feet, sliding his hands around to my ass.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I reach for his pants, desperation and need for a decent orgasm taking control. I kneel down in front of him, undoing his pants and freeing his cock, and I touch him with my fingertips.
His cock hardens, and he groans. “Get up here.”
I stand, and he lifts me, laying me onto the bed. He begins his trail of kisses at my mouth, making me arch off the bed as he kisses down my neck and over my breasts. I reach up behind me, attempting to undo my bra, giving him better access. He snakes his hand in first, and within seconds, my bra is across the room with his mouth clamped over one nipple.
“Ahhh,” I gasp.
“You like that, baby?” he asks.
“More please,” I beg.
“As you wish,” he says, kissing over the other breast.
“Are you seriously quoting The Princess Bride right now?” I ask him.
He merely grins, flicks his tongue over one nipple, and makes me forget where I am. He dances his fingertips of one hand over my belly, while he continues his assault of my nipple. My body hums as my need for release builds. He touches my throbbing clit over my panties, only making things worse. He pulls away as I’m about to come, trailing kisses down my body and removing my panties as he goes. He reaches the top of my pussy.
He can’t…. He wouldn’t….
“No!” I cry out as he trails kisses lower. I grip his face, and he looks at me, bewildered. “Fingers only, please.”
“As you wish,” he repeats with a grin. He flicks his thumb over my clit, and though his breathing feels great over my clit, I can’t let him lick me. He moves his mouth to rain kisses all over my stomach. He trails one finger down, swirling it around before sliding it in. I moan as he pushes it in and pulls it out a little, and then starts using two fingers. I’m shaking, my ankles digging into his sides.
“Loosen the grip, Honey, and you can come.”
I loosen my ankles, and he flicks his thumb against my clit. My stomach muscles tighten as I shake and groan loudly. He doesn’t stop the movement of his fingers until my orgasm has subsided. I collapse into a complete mess. Slowly, he removes his fingers and covers my body with his.
“I need to feel that on my cock.” He kisses me again as I arch upwards.
He gets off me, opens a drawer, and takes out a condom. I watch as he removes his pants, followed swiftly by his boxers, and rolls the condom down his erect cock. He makes that look oh so sexy.
“Get on the bed further, baby,” he instructs.
I crawl backwards up the bed as he follows me, those brilliant blue eyes watching me the entire time. Making myself comfortable against the pillows, he kisses from my ankle, up my body. I widen my legs as he settles between them. He rubs his cock up and down my pussy before sinking inside me. We groan in unison.
Yes! I need this.
He pounds in and out of me as I wrap my legs around his waist, and he groans against my neck, flicking his thumb over my nipple as he moves. I run my hands down his back, digging my nails in slightly. He thrusts harder, kissing me, our tongues dancing together. Our rocking becomes one as he grips the bed sheets beside me and I arch my hips to meet his thrusts.
“Not yet,” he growls.
He fucks me harder and harder, our sweat mixing as one.
“Can’t… hold...” I pant, unable to hold off my orgasm. It washes over me, and I feel my muscles gripping him tight. Without warning, he rocks forward once, his cock thickening within my walls. He rocks a couple times, groaning heavily with every thrust. I drop back on the bed, breathing hard as he gets off me to take off the condom.
And takes out another one.
“Hands and knees,” he orders. My favourite position—not that he knows this. I oblige and turn back to look at him over my shoulder. He climbs in behind me, sliding one hand around to my clit while guiding his cock inside me, and we both groan.
“I’m going to make sure you don’t forget my name,” he grunts.
I won’t forget his name or his cock anytime soon.
Chapter Five
Simon
Fuck!
That was some mind-blowing sex last night.
I wonder if she’s up for more.
I stretch out across the bed, ready to pull her into my arms, only to find the bed cold and empty.
“Hey! Where are you?” I call out, hoping she’s in the bathroom. No response. She’s gone.
What the hell? Normally it’s me who fucks then flees.
She only wanted my dick, and I was foolish enough to bring her home with me.
So this is what being humped then dumped feels like?
My sheets still smell of her perfume as I roll, rubbing my face across the pillow she slept on. I’d watched her sleep last night.
She lay on her side facing me, her arms curled beneath her head as she snored ever so softly. I ran my fingertips over her forehead and cheeks, and as I reached her neck, I must’ve found a spot where she’s ticklish, because she squirmed.
I continued down her shoulder and arm, her skin soft and smooth beneath my hand. She gave a heavy sigh before moving closer to me and snuggling against my chest. She moaned my name lightly before biting her lip. She was dreaming about me. I smiled as I wrapped one arm around her, pulling her closer.
Now, I’ve woken alone with one hell of a hard-on that only she can satisfy. I breathe in again, allowing the perfume to engulf me. Sweet and soft…like her.
Aria, I wish you were still here in my bed and arms.
I tug the sheets off me and get up, heading into the bathroom, needing to get rid of this erection. Turning on the shower, I brushed my teeth while waiting for the water to heat up. It doesn’t take long before I’m beneath the hot water allowing it to run over my body.
It doesn’t feel as good as Aria’s hands.
I grip my cock and begin to rub slowly at first. It feels so good that I pump harder, and the image of Aria riding my cock comes to mind. The way she happily rode me hard then soft then hard again, her perky tits bouncing up and down with her rhythm. Sexiest thing I’d ever seen. My cock hardens, balls tightening. I’m going to come hard. I jerk faster, and finally the milky white liquid spills out as I groan loudly.
I breathe heavily as I lean against the wall of the shower. God, that felt great, but nowhere near as good as Aria’s hands on my cock. Fuck, she’s not even here and she’s bringing me to my knees.
I push off the wall and rinse myself down. I need to distract myself from thinking about Aria today. I’ll take Charlotte swimming in our pool, and then she has a birthday party. She’ll probably want to read several books, and once she’s in bed, I’ll work. I get out of the shower and dry myself down. Wondering if I should’ve taken the time to shave.
Nah, I’ll do it tomorrow before work.
I exit my bathroom and walk into my wardrobe. Quickly grabbing a T-shirt and a pair of pants, I head down into my kitchen. I need a coffee. I descend my spiral staircase into my home office, and as I walk past my desk, something catches my eye. I know I didn’t leave my notepad in the middle of my desk.
I pick it up, reading what’s written on it.
Simon,
Thanks for last night and looking after me.
Hope this note doesn’t inflate that ego of yours.
Aria
Damn! I’d hoped it was her phone number. Still, it was nice to have some company other than my family for a few hours. I put the note back on my desk and make my way into the kitchen, where I begin to make myself a coffee. I turn on the machine and press a few buttons and presto I have coffee before I know it.
I finish making the drink and carry it over to my dining room table, turning on my Samsung tablet, I open the internet to read the latest news. I take a sip of my drink as a small pink figure emerges in the dining room doorway. I smile as I look at her.
“Where’s Ari?” she asks as she comes
over to me.
“She went home last night after you went to bed,” I lie. She runs over to me and I pick her up.
“I want to see her.” Charlotte snuggles against my shoulder.
Me too, kiddo.
“Well, we can’t, princess. We have a busy day ahead of us. We’re going swimming, then you have a birthday party, and then we’ll bake once you’re home.”
“Will we see Ari later?”
I shake my head. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but no, we won’t.” I put her down and make her breakfast. At least I’m not the only one who misses Aria this morning.
Our day is busy as hell, and I’m exhausted from all the driving. I tuck Charlotte into bed after dinner and read her Beauty and the Beast. I tell her I’ll be in my office if she needs anything and kiss her forehead.
I make my way down to my office, needing to get started on the list of requirements for my new PA to read over tomorrow. I glance at my desk, the notepad from this morning catching my eye. I’d told Aria last night that I didn’t want her to forget my name anytime soon, and it’s me who is pining for her. Maybe I’ll see her tomorrow and more regularly, now that I’m the CEO and working in the building all the time. Then I can ask why she ran and beg her for another night.
I’ve never, ever wanted another night with the same woman.
Aria was sweet, sexy, caring, and funny. The type of woman I’d be looking for in a relationship.
Stop it! She was one night. I’ll never see her again.
Aria
I stir the biscuit mixture together, making sure all the dry ingredients are mixed in. I love baking. When I’m not reading, I’m baking. It’s a great way to relieve stress. As I’m starting to roll the double chocolate chip biscuit mixture into balls, the front door opens and Steph dances inside.
“Yum,” she says, snatching a ball off the tray and eating it whole.
“I felt like chocolate but didn’t have any in the cupboard, so I decided to bake.” I shrug. That, and to try to take my mind off Simon the Greek God. Steph snatches another one. “Quit it or none will get baked.”
She laughs. “I love when you decide to bake.” I put the tray of uncooked biscuits in the oven, and as I’m turning around to grab the next tray, Steph is stealing more uncooked mixture. “Uncooked biscuit dough is the best.”
“My hips and ass will disagree there.” I put the tray in the oven.
Steph giggles. “What are you talking about? You know us; we’re those bitches. We can eat whatever we want and not get fat.”
She’s right.
“Now I know why I love you.”
“So tell me, what’s going on?”
I flick the jug on and turn to stare at her. “I’m an idiot.” She raises an eyebrow, waiting for more of an explanation. “Okay, I met a guy yesterday. He cooked me dinner, and we laughed, flirted, and one thing led to another. We ended up in bed together, with him giving me the best orgasms ever.”
She looks at me. “Was this the hottie who swept you off your feet?”
How’d she know?
“Confession: I saw him pick you up and decided to cancel our plans, because, well, he was hot! And you needed to get some action.”
“Yes, well, that certainly happened.” I slide a cup of coffee over to her.
“Why are you an idiot? Did you forget your pill? Was it unprotected?”
“Because I ran out on him and left him a note thanking him. I’m such an idiot. I should’ve left him my phone number, not a note thanking him for rocking my world.”
“Girl, you definitely are an idiot for not leaving your number.”
“Yup.”
“I’m curious though. Why’d you leave if you liked him? Surely you would have stayed for morning sex at least, and breakfast?”
I laugh. “I didn’t want to give his daughter the wrong impression.”
“Daughter?”
“Yes, she’s a four-year-old cutie named Charlotte. She loves reading, possibly as much as I do.”
“But he’s single, right?” She sips her coffee.
“Yes, I didn’t see any sign of a woman living there, and there was no wedding ring.”
“So you guys didn’t jump into bed straight away?”
I check on the biscuits. “Nope, we sat reading—well, I did with Charlotte—had dinner, flirted a little, and then when Charlotte went to bed, we flirted some more, and then we went to bed.”
“So he was good in bed then?”
I chuckle. “Good is an understatement. The man was outstanding. For the first time since the incident with Lance, I wanted to have sex. And he sure as hell didn’t disappoint me. Of course, I could’ve guessed that when he first kissed me.”
“Wait, you only just met him. How did you kiss him before?”
“On the day of my interview, I met him in the lift and he kissed me.”
Steph looks at me, her green eyes wide. “Oh my god. Girl, you should’ve left Mr Hottie your number!”
I take a deep breath as it dawns on me I may never actually see Simon again. Steph opens her tablet, “I have got to show you my latest dress designs.” As she scrolls through the news a familiar face pops up on screen.
“Wait scroll back up.” I say.
“Why? It’s just gossip crap,” she says. I take the tablet and click on his face. Sure enough it’s Simon alright.
“This is him.”
“Pfft whatever, he’s the most eligible bachelor in Wellington.”
“I swear to you, I slept with him.”
“Okay, I didn’t totally see his face.” She says as she looks at me. “Holy shit! You’re not lying are you?”
“No, I’m not, it was him, he even used his real name.”
“Steph, what have I done? Did I just screw up meeting my Prince Charming?”
“You haven’t. Sweetie, that man is no Prince Charming and if I’d known who he was I probably would’ve dragged you away from him. Turns out I did your vagina a favour.”
I turn to busy myself with the biscuits I have been baking and place them onto a cooling rack. “You just mentioned he works in your building, right?” she asks.
“I think so?” I reply.
“Did you sleep with the boss? Gosh you’re so lucky.”
“Stephanie Morrinson I can’t believe that just crossed your mind.”
“Sweetie if I were in your shoes, I’d totally stalk him and find him.”
I shake my head. “I can’t use the computer system to find a hook-up.”
“Sure you can. No one needs to know.”
Toby walks through the front door. “Something smells fantastic.”
Steph flicks her hair. “Why, thank you, Tobias. It’s my new body wash.”
“I didn’t mean you, Stephanie. I meant whatever Aria has been baking.” Toby steals two biscuits and hands one to Steph. “Damn, these are good.” He takes a seat next to her.
She glares at him. “I don’t want you to sit there.”
He pokes his tongue out at her.
“Do they meet your approval?” I get a thumbs-up from them both.
“What’s wrong with you?” Toby questions, his eyes meeting mine.
I arch an eyebrow at my brother. He can’t possibly know when something is wrong.
“Don’t give me that look. There are two reasons you bake. One, there’s no chocolate in the house, and two, you’re upset or angry.”
“What are you, some kind of cop?”
Toby shrugs. “I’m right.”
“Yes, you’re right. I’m mad at myself.”
“Why? Did you buy too many books and can’t pay your share of the mortgage?”
“She had a one-night stand. Didn’t leave him her number, but had a great time with the guy,” Steph tells Toby before I even have a chance to speak.
I glare at her, “Steph!” I announce.
“What? I’m not giving him all the details, just the bits he needs to know.”
He points to the biscuits, and I put
the tray down in front of them. “It wasn’t Lance, was it?” Toby picks one up.
Steph swallows. “No, new guy. Solo dad, single, sexy, and I saw him too, so we aren’t making this up. From what Aria said, so far, he’s a nice, funny, sweet guy who also rocked her world.”
“I’m just glad it’s not Lance.” Toby stuffs the remainder of the biscuit into his mouth, as Steph and I both stare at him.
“I thought you liked Lance?”
He shakes his head. “He was okay most of the time, but he never made you truly happy. That, I do know. I’m happy to see you wearing a smile and not reading those books.”
“I don’t read every day.”
“Just every day that ends in Y.” He chuckles, reaching out to grab another biscuit off the tray.
I snatch it out of his hand. “No more or you’ll ruin dinner.”
“Spoilsport. Fine, I’m going to have a shower, and dinner better be on by the time I get out. I’m starving.” He stands and walks away.
Steph grabs the last biscuit. “He can’t have one, but I can. What’s for dinner?”
“Lasagne. Are you staying?” I ask her.
“Do you even need to ask? Besides, I want to help you select your outfit for tomorrow.”
“I’ll get started, and then we can pick it out while it’s in the oven.” I clatter around in the kitchen. Being in here is nowhere near as fun as it was with Simon. I really hope I see him again tomorrow, and when I do, I’ll give him my number and another kiss.
Chapter Six
Aria
I open the doors to Billington Industries, sipping the hot coffee I bought from the café attached to the lobby. I cast my eyes around the room, searching for any sign of Simon, or even a man who looks like him. Disappointment washes over me every single time I see someone who looks like they could be him but isn’t. I was hoping to bump into him accidentally but on purpose, to give him my number and fix my mistake.