by Alisa Mullen
“I’m glad you loved dinner. The Boursin stuffed chicken is my specialty. It’s a favorite dish here, along with my dessert, of course.”
My god, I cannot possibly eat another bite, although, I was not raised to be rude. Especially after he bought me here, cooked for me, gave me this dress, my bracelet, and the delightful shoes.
“And what’s for dessert?” I ask, taking the last sip of my wine. Even though I was beyond full, I knew we would most definitely work off the food later.
“For me, it’s you,” he says rather brusquely.
“Really?” My brows lift. I shift in my seat so my legs are facing him. He has absolutely no idea that I can play at his game and win. I cross my legs. The slit falls open, exposing bare skin all the way up to my thigh. The longer his gaze remains on my legs, the more sexually interesting I know he finds me. He runs his tongue across his top lip.
“Tell me, Lucia. What did you have in mind for the next two days? Because I assure you, it is nothing compared to what I’m actually going to do to you. Take it off,” he demands. His eyes as dark as the night sky glaring through the windows.
“Take what off? This?” My fingers grasp the side zipper. The only sound in the room is the slow seductive wisp of the zipper going down. I loop my fingers under the strap of the dress on one of my shoulders, letting if fall just enough to expose the top of one my breast. Then slowly I do the same to the other side.
“Let it drop.”
I let go without blinking. My naked breasts exposed to him. My nipples are hard, eagerly waiting for his mouth.
“I do recall you tempting me on the phone with those tits of yours, and what great tits they are.” He bends forward enough to trace around both of my nipples with his index finger. I quiver as my arousal intensifies the more he moves in circles, not once touching my nipples.
“Tell me what you want?” I say seductively.
“You, Lucia. I want you.” I feel it and gasp an excruciating painful delight when he pinches both my nipples. “Fuck,” he growls. Sliding his chair back, he grasp ahold of one of my nipples with his mouth while the one hand palms my breast. I arch my back as far as it will go in the chair, clinging to his shoulders as he takes me deep into his mouth. “Do you want me to fuck these beautiful breasts?” he growls, before moving to give my other one the same attention with his mouth.
“Yes,” I pant.
I whimper when he releases his hold on my breast, but instantly delighted when he lifts me up, the red dress falling into a pool around my feet, leaving me bare to him. I’m left with nothing except my shoes and the beautiful bracelet wrapped around my ankle. Heath lays me down on the table. My chest is heaving and my heart pounding. I watch him bend and pick up my dress, placing it across the back of the chair.
“Don’t move.” He’s out of my sight for a moment before returning with a small bottle. His jacket is off and his shirt halfway undone. “Christ, Lucia.” His southern accent becomes more accentuated the more excited he gets. “You’re fucking beautiful. Feel this?”
He’s rough when he grabs my hand, placing it on his granite hard cock. Fuck me also. He’s thick. God I hope he uses that blessed cock to fuck me until I join the god damn stars in the sky.
Running my palm up and down his shaft, his breathing becomes heavier and heavier the more I stroke. “Take your pants off, I want to see it.” I instruct him to do exactly as he asked of me. He wastes no time tearing his shirt away from his sculpted body, tossing it on the chair that holds my dress. I hear his shoes hit the floor, before my hand slips away from him, and he undoes his pants. And sweet mother of god, when I see his cock, I’m thankful I’m the one he’s with tonight. I’m the one he’s going to split apart. I’m the one who’s going to ride him. Before he drops his pants to the floor, he pulls a condom out of his pocket.
The sturdy table doesn’t move when he climbs on top of it, his legs straddling my waist. His erection lays on my stomach and I’m not full anymore. The sudden desire to take him into my mouth and taste him has me reaching for his dick. “No,” he demands. Leave them here. Twining our hands together, he stretches them over my head.
I watch in awe when he reaches for the bottle and the smell of coconut plummets the air. Inhaling deeply, I breathe in the refreshing scent.
I squirm. He smirks. “If you don’t touch me, I swear I will touch myself and it will be the biggest turn on you have ever seen, because I’ll spread myself wide, right here on this table, damn it,” I bite out.
“No one is touching themselves but me, Lucia.” His oil covered hand starts to glide up and down his length. Heath gets up on his knees, giving me one hell of a view of his dick. He works himself, making my mouth dry and my tongue heavy. I want him there, in my mouth, between my breast, and mostly, in my hot wet pussy.
“Now, push those gorgeous breast together.” My anxious hands make quick work of doing what I’m told. From the moment he glides his cock between my breasts, to the way his eyes stay glued onto his precise slow thrusting movements, I feel myself ready lose all control. I surrender myself to this sex god. He could ask me to do anything right now and I will gladly do it. “Fuck yeah. Tell me, Lucia, tell me this feels good. Tell me you want my dick in your mouth. In your cunt. In your ass. Tell me,” he grunts, pumping several times. He coats me with the oil, as I feel his fingers plunge into me. I gasp and cry out, my hips bucking off of the table. I’m so transfixed on watching him fuck me, his cock mere inches from my mouth, I didn’t realize he had let go of himself.
“Fuck, come for me, Lucia. You want it. You know you want to come on my fingers before you come all over my cock.”
The sound of my slick heat is all I hear until my orgasm hits me. I thrash my head back and forth, as I climax, I’m harshly flipped over, my orgasm still rippling through me. Gripped by the back of my hair, I fall on my hands and knees. I hear the sound of a condom packet being torn open, a glorious hiss escaping Heath’s mouth, as his thick cock slams into my pussy. I’m clenching my walls, clawing at the shiny surface of the table as my body gives in. He’s fucking me hard. Relentlessly. Powerfully. He’s giving it to me dirty, raw, and savagely good. I haven’t been fucked carnally like this in a long time. I meet each one of his demanding thrusts, welcome him calling my name, until he stops. Glancing back at him, he’s staring at my not quite thoroughly fucked pussy as if it’s a treasure.
“You demand pleasure, Lucia. I’m going to please you with everything I have. Come here.” He beckons me up with his hand. My weak legs barely able to stand when he sets me on the floor. “Up against the glass,” he demands.
“God damn, you are sinfully sexy.” He presses me up against the glass. The cold is welcomed by my overheated skin. “I haven’t even properly kissed you yet.” Slowly, he dips his head, capturing my mouth in his. Our tongues ravishing the taste of each other. He’s smooth everywhere, his tongue, his chest, his face. I can’t keep my hands off of him. I touch every part of him I can reach. He lifts me, my legs wrap around him.
“Fuck me,” I say into his mouth.
“All weekend long, Lucia. I’m going to fuck you all weekend long.”
And he does. He fucks me up against this glass. He fucks me on top of his bar in his restaurant. In his bed and on every available surface in his house. It’s not until he drives me to the airport, do I realize, for the first time in the ten years that I’ve been doing this that I wasn’t the one in control. He was. The entire flight home all I can think about is, why him?
FIVE
I am starting to think I might only work four days a week when I have my weekend getaways. This Monday morning shit is for the birds and certainly not Luca West. This particular Monday, I am not ready for the office, not one bit. Heath was so impossibly fantastic that quite possibly a small tear came to my eye when the plane lifted off the ground back to my home – a city that Heath certainly did not know I lived in.
Colin is quiet on the drive to the office because he knows. I mean, he doesn’t r
eally know, but it probably doesn’t escape him that every time I return from a trip, I’m gloomy. He might think it has to do with the weather, but hell, it happens during the summer months, too. I ask him to repeat sad songs on his playlist. Right now, Radiohead sings about being plastic and I can’t help but wonder if what I do in my wonderful spare time is fake and stupid. I’ll be honest, I was utterly smitten by Heath. Carl got it just right this time, and damn if I didn’t wish I had picked up his cell right before we left the room to call myself. The damn thing was locked up, of course.
Eighty-five floors up to Divider Marketing isn’t a long enough elevator ride so I purposely take an extra moment before I step off the lift. Immediately, Annie’s radiant Monday morning smile welcomes me back. Before I hold up my hand to tell her I need at least two cups of coffee and thirty minutes, she produces a tall cup of Starbucks coffee from behind the receptionist desk and hands it to me.
“I know you need your coffee and requisite time to settle, but Mitch and Leo got a call from the owner of Steel Charter this weekend. He asked for a meeting for tomorrow afternoon. Those two are going nuts with the planning team and well, it isn’t pretty,” she exhales deeply, a frown replacing he smile.
I stare at her blankly and again ponder asking for a four day work week instead of this faux emergency bull shit. Everyone should know by now that Divider Marketing will blow the socks off prospective clients whether we have five months or five minutes preparation time. It’s a standard presentation. We formulated and perfected the proverbial thirty second elevator speech back when we started.
“Have they pulled up the template on the initial consult meeting?” I ask, as I look through the pile of envelopes she hands me. We walk through the hall toward my office and I hear the guys either bouncing a basketball or a fucking rock against a wall somewhere in the office. “Will they ever fucking grow up?” I bark out.
“Never,” she deadpans. I look over at her with a small grin. At least I have Annie. She is sometimes the only one who understands my frustration in regards to working with two nerdy, yet stuck up children. What am I saying? She’s always there to keep me from pulling my hair out, and I love my hair.
So did Heath. I picture him smiling softly at me as he raked his fingers through my strands the morning before. His low humming reminded me of a sexy Eddie Vedder and when I asked him to sing a few bars of what he was humming, I wasn’t surprised that a cross between Eddie and Sting came effortlessly from his vocal cords.
“Luca? You okay?” Annie looks at me with concern etched into her pretty features.
I nod. “Oh, yeah. I just had a long plane ride last night. I could’ve used a few more hours of sleep.” I half lie. I hardly slept all damn weekend. I am utterly worn out.
She nods in agreement as if she knows exactly what I’m feeling. Yeah, honey, I love you and all, but I doubt you know what two nights of continuous fucking hard and fast feels like. I give her an appeasing smile, because I am not going to argue my point for obvious reasons.
Mitch and Leo are like two attention starved puppies as they ramble their way down the hall to meet me right outside of my office. I swear their tongues are even hanging out. I force myself not to roll my eyes, but dammit, I really want to.
“Luca, thank God you’re back. We have a big, big, big presentation tomorrow. Steel Charter is going to be a massive ten year campaign and they need us to have go to applications as soon as possible,” Mitch nearly pants out. Good Lord, maybe I need to rename my co-workers to go along with their personalities. Dog names, of course.
“Yes, Mitchell, I heard,” I say in my borderline formal, with a touch of sarcasm tone. Annie stifles a laugh and Leo throws up his hands without saying a word. “Good morning, by the way. My weekend was fabulous and yours?”
Hey, I try. If I am going to be in the office, putting out their imaginary fires, I need to feel like I am appreciated for more than my ability to fucking calm these people down. It’s like they’ve never had a first meeting before.
“Annie, since these guys aren’t going to chill out, please print off the master template for first meetings with the application addendum. Also, we will need conference room one for two hours,” I say in a brisk no nonsense voice.
“You got it.”
“Oh, and we need chocolate. Muffins, bread, whatever.” I dismiss her with a wave of my hand.
She gives me a tight smile and nods curtly. What the fuck was that? They put me in this dictatorial position. They need to at least appreciate that my head was able to get into the game before checking my morning emails. Heath may have found me somehow and wanted to profess his undying love for me. I sigh. I’m a joke.
I huff out a breath and just as the two doggies looking for a bone start to yap more at me, I shut the door to my office for a short respite.
“Thank God I didn’t put my coffee down,” I say out loud to no one. I take a long gulp from the cup and let out a sigh of relief. Popping off the closed door, I head to my computer and boot it up. Flashes of Heath above, below, and all around me are like strobe lights in my mind. When was the last time I thought of a man this much after a mindless weekend of sex?
My mind went to Camden, the first man who ever taught me about this unconventional life. He was an older man by at least ten years, although I never truly got his age. It took quite a few months for me to quit looking him up and well, looking for him everywhere. That might have been the last time I was truly obsessed with a man. Heath was a lot like him in some ways. The way they were both so focused on me one hundred percent of the time. Not all the men I’d met on the weekends cared fully about my pleasure. Men tried to be considerate, of course, but once the jewelry and spa arrangements were made, it was no secret that I was in their domain, and that was something I thought about often. If there was a way that I might gain some control, even with the perks they afforded me, I had yet to figure it out. There I go with the word control again. It both scared and thrilled me at the same time.
The truth is, I enjoyed every moment of my time with Heath. Begging him when he asked me to. Letting him tie my arms to his bed, while sliding a vibrator into my pussy before he fucked my mouth. I came more times this past weekend than I could count. I thought heavily on the plane trip home, deciding the only place I need to regain and be in control is in my boardroom. If a man can do to me the things Heath did, then control will no longer be mine in the bedroom.
Camden wasn’t like that. Heath wasn’t like that either. They needed to know what else they could do to make sure I was in heaven.
Heaven.
I was in heaven all weekend and now, I was in a place of limbo. Fuck, I need to get my ass to work. After perusing my emails to find nothing from Heath or even Carl about a feedback session, a small knock came to my door. Annie popped her head in.
“Everything you requested is all set up and the guys are already in the conference room. If you want a chocolate chip scone, you might want to hurry.” She smiled. That was more like it.
“Okay, let’s do this,” I say, standing and flattening my skirt with my hands.
I walk into the conference room and close the door to the rest of the office and the rest of my world. I sit down with my two oldest friends and begin to listen to every element of Steel Charter that we can market. Quickly, I become Luca, the multi-millionaire co-founder of Divider Marketing. After all is said and done, I love my job and these guys. I can’t imagine working any place else or doing anything else.
Mitch begins to outline the tactics we will take the next afternoon when we met with Mr. C.I. Steel. Not recognizing his name, I grab my iPad from my briefcase and type in Steel Charter. A smiling photo of an older man in a bomber jacket looks back at me. He looks so familiar, I think to myself. I tap the screen and zoom in on the photo, trying to place his face. A lover perhaps? He didn’t look like any of the men I had been with in the past few months.
As I reach for my Starbucks coffee, the floor falls out from underneath me as it f
inally hits me. C.I. Steel.
Camden. Older, more attractive, and obviously wealthy now.
Camden. The man looking back at me on the iPad screen was the person who made me who I am today.
Fuck. My. Life.
SIX
My quick exit from the conference room didn’t even registered with Mitch and Leo, who kept on talking like my life wasn’t on a cliff about to be tossed over to its ugly demise. I try for a full breath and fail.
Annie is sitting at her colleague’s desk when I make my way out of the conference room, and it looks as if they are having a little office gossip powwow. This only makes me feel sicker since I can’t tell my friend about Camden. She knows nothing, I think to myself. None of them know anything about the real person I am. She would never understand my panic if I tried to explain it to her.
No one will, except for Lola.
That weekend I spent with Camden was so damn beautiful, I couldn’t help telling someone about it when I got back to NYU. Lola had a few courses with me and people always got our names mixed up in class. We helped them along by becoming tight friends. It had been months since I talked to Lola, because she has been busy with her up and coming fashion business in Manhattan. It was nothing like Divider by any means when it comes to the levels we work on. Financially, they were in completely different leagues, but Lola’s family wealth helped her keep her business afloat and probably would for as long as she wanted.
After sending Annie an exasperated smile, I head to the ladies restroom, and pull my phone out of my coat pocket.
“Answer the damn phone, L,” I growl out.
“Hey bitch. What has it been – like fucking months?” Lola’s boisterous voice comes over the line.