by J. S. Luxor
I try to explain the complex set of issues that influenced my decision to see Michael. “Matt, if it were just me alone I would never do that! However, real estate is Abby’s lifeblood. She can’t afford to offend major players like Kingsfield. I wanted to please her, to get her approval and I also wanted Kingsfield’s support in the real estate field.” I tell him to account for my actions.
“Your mother manipulated you, Megan. She also played with Michael Kingsfield’s emotions. She should know better than that.” Matt frets and paces as he works through the schema in his mind.
“I need your help, Matt,” I beg.
“I guess I don’t have much choice in the matter. You’re being stalked by some misguided middle aged fool. He’s got a lot of resources at his disposal and he wants what’s mine.”
I run to Matt and put my arms around his neck. He sighs and looks deeply into my eyes. His hazel orbs smolder. “You return to me but bring a lot of baggage, Megan.”
I blink my eyes at him with relief. “At least I’m not boring. Also, I really want you, Matt. Michael Kingsfield may be wealthy and talented but he leaves me cold. The thought of his hands on me nauseates me.”
“The thought of Kingsfield’s hands, anywhere, on your gorgeous body more than nauseates me. It makes me want to erupt. Don’t even go there,” Matt fumes. I need to distract him.
“What should I do about my job? He knows where I work, also.”
“Why don’t you text or email your editor and ask to work on the columns from a remote location?” Matt suggests then leaves me to the task and heads toward his study.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll need to surface, in person, at some point but a few days without personal contact should be alright.” I get my IPad and begin the process of making the request, immediately. My female boss, Rene, replies within moments and even sends me several docs to edit in the next day or so. She’s such a workaholic!
I beam with accomplishment when I’ve implemented Matt’s idea. I then walk to his study. He looks up as I enter and beckons me to him. “I think I deserve a reward for saving your ass, Ms. Pine.”
“You most certainly deserve a reward, Matt.” I give him a wink and wiggle my way to stand before him. “Let’s see…what would be a good exchange for your protection?” I narrow my eyes at him and then sink to my knees. His eyes dance with excitement and he arches his brows when he regards my position.
I touch the fly of his pants with my left hand and gloat when I find that he’s quite firm already. My fingers begin to tug at the buckle of his leather belt. I slowly undo the clasp and slide it out of the loops of his trousers. He’s breathing deeply and watching my adept hands with a wicked smile on his gorgeous face. His hands drop to the sides of his body and rest on the seat of his chair as he relaxes against its back.
My fingers quickly make their way to the button at the waist of his pants. I slip the black plastic attachment from its hole and then touch the pull of his zipper. He looks down at my work with wonder. He makes no attempt to distract me. I know how much this means to both of us. We’re reconnecting at a level that carries so much weight in our relationship. I’m drawn to his body on a primal level. Michael could never begin to compete with Matt in terms of sexual desire.
I concentrate on pulling his zipper all the way down to its root. Then I tug a bit on the waist of his pants. Matt lifts his hips to assist me and then shimmies his pants around and then off of his tight, muscular ass. I pull his trousers all the way down his legs to the floor. When his pants puddle around his ankles, he lifts his long, slender, feet. Then I remove his designer pants along with his socks and shoes. I push his clothing to the side of his desk. What perfect legs and feet he possesses. I marvel at how much his body stimulates me. Why did I ever leave this wonderful man?
I take a moment to gaze at the man who sits above me. He’s saved me from a middle aged, deluded stalker and he loves me. Matt’s staring back at me with a tender look of love and desire. My desire increases as my eyes settle on his blue boxers. There’s quite a bulge lifting the silk fabric at this moment. I smile sweetly into his face and then run my fingers gently up the skin of his legs and firm thighs.
“You don’t know how wonderful that feels, Megan,” he gushes while his hazel eyes fill with satisfaction. He’s breathing deeply as he watches my actions. A carnal expression crosses his defined facial features as his head drops back on the back of his chair. I want and need to reward my lovesick, gorgeous savior. I’ve caused him so much heartache.
My right hand cups and squeezes the bulge in his boxers while my left hand massages his hip. Finally, I ease my hand inside the opening of his underwear and wrap my eager fingers around his appendage. It’s thick and stiff. I’m always impressed with how much meat his boxers contain. We look into one another’s eyes with trust and desire.
He releases a long breath as I hold and then release him with some force. Next, I grasp his fullness and move my hand up and down his organ while slowly increasing my motion. I notice his expanding response to my exertions and decide to remove the only thing left hiding his highly prized possession. When I tug on the elastic waist of the lovely blue boxers, he helps by slipping his fingers under the elastic and pushing them off. His member springs free of his cover with an impressive display of man in an instant. Wow!
I stare up at his face with a loving expression and then pull my sweater off. I’m kneeling between his legs at his desk wearing my designer bra. I slowly remove my bra and let my breasts touch his legs and the seat of his chair. He looks at himself and my breasts with a lascivious gleam in his eyes. Matt’s hands find their way to my nipples and massage them gently. I breathe deeply. His amazing hazel eyes are now round and black.
After a few minutes, I push his hands from my breasts and to the seat of his chair. I steady myself and place one of my hands on each of his thighs. My head and mouth move toward his toy with purpose. I open my mouth wide and stretch my tongue out to lick. As my tongue makes contact with his engorged flesh, he moans with an audible cry of ecstasy and pleasure. I’m pleased that my efforts are driving him to the edge of sanity. I feel potent and sexy. I think I’m in love with Matt.
My lips wrap softly around the tip of his equipment. I pull my lips over my teeth and suck off the moisture that has already been secreted. Matt’s hips flex as he extends himself further into my mouth. I revel in the power I possess to satisfy him. I continue to flick and stimulate his tool while he writhes with pleasure. His hands now ball into fists.
I continue my oral pattern for several minutes while he makes whimpering sounds. He’s moving about on his chair now. I decide to change my technique somewhat. Matt’s moans and flexing grow even more dramatic when I pause a bit from my pattern. Then I suck him as hard as I can by hollowing out my cheeks. Finally, I draw him to the back of my throat with a gentle push forward. That move pushes him over the edge and into a full-blown orgasm.
“Oh…Megan…I love you!” Matt howls at his release. His fluid spurts into my mouth as his spasm takes over. He tastes delicious. I swallow as much of his juice as I can. Then I open my lips and release him. I clean up the residue of his spill with a tissue and see that he’s nearly limp before me. He’s really come apart. He moves his hands into my hair and gently cups my head. I’m quite pleased with the way I’ve rewarded him.
I look at Matt with pride and satisfaction. “Is that a suitable reward for your efforts this evening, baby?” I ask with sarcasm.
“Hell, Megan, that was one the best blow jobs ever! You might get a diamond for that performance,” he crows.
“Really? I’d settle for less than that. If you can help me ditch Mr. Kingsfield, I’d be thrilled.”
“Mr. Kingsfield will never touch you again,” he vows. “You’re Mine.”
“That sounds good to me!”
“I’m thrilled that we’re living together again. That’s all due to Michael Kingsfield. Maybe we should thank him for that,” Matt jokes.
Chapter Five – M
ichael
MEGAN’S POV
I spend the week at Matt’s place. We make love nearly every night. He’s an amazing and solicitous partner. I could get addicted to his sort of attention. I’m also quite productive with the rather heavy workload that my editor forwards to me. Matt heads to the office reluctantly each morning but makes a point to return early every afternoon to spend time with me. He cares about me so deeply and I’m beginning to feel the same way about my lovely CEO. Time is clearly on our side.
On Monday of the following week, Renee texts me with a request to meet with one of our writers. Normally, we could work out the issues via email but this writer needs a bit more handholding as she’s one of our most successful columnists. She’s got writer’s block and a looming deadline. I need to give her attention and motivate her… Perhaps I’m also a budding psychologist.
We agree to meet at the newspaper in the mid-afternoon. I take Rush with me for protection and text Matt about my plan. The face to face with our columnist goes well and she leaves feeling confident about meeting her targets. I pat myself on the back for using my intuition about anxiety to defuse her conundrum. Spending so much time unraveling Matt’s issues makes me sensitive to vulnerability in others. It’s after five when we part. Rush waits for me across the street from my office in a small diner. He’ll drive me to Matt’s place. I wave goodbye to Renee and make my way to the exit.
In the darkened vestibule of my building, a figure lurks in the shadows. I look carefully to determine who it could be. I groan when I see the obsessive expression in his eyes. Michael leans casually against a nearby wall. The sight of him sends a chill through me. I haven’t texted anyone yet about my location. Matt and Rush think I’m still working. I’m going to simply deal with this situation.
Michael could be totally unpredictable and I’m afraid of him. I hate not knowing what will happen next. We stare at one another for a microsecond until Michael pushes off the wall and comes toward me. He looks strange. Tired. Determined. Possessed. His face has a pinched expression on it.
He smirks, “Well, Megan,” he begins as his eyes rake over my body, “you fill out that blouse well.” I cross my arms to shield myself from his invasive glare. Michael behaves like a predator. I stand tall and raise my face to his. I refuse to indicate how uncomfortable he makes me feel. I’m quaking beneath my calm exterior.
“Is there a reason you’re at my place of employment, Michael?” My voice sounds imperious.
“I’ve come to reason with you, Megan,” he claims but his mouth trembles. “It’s difficult to track you down these days. Haven’t you missed me?”
I avoid answering to his ridiculous question. “There’s nothing to reason about. I want to move on with my new career and life in Portland, Michael,” I assert. He might as well face the truth. It’s a shame that he’s not being rational.
“We had great times in Miami, Megan. I want you to think about all that you’re forsaking,” he insists with the notion that we are somehow going to get back together.
“I’m going to leave the building now.” I turn away from him and toward the exit door. He falls into step beside me. As I attempt to push the door open, he inserts himself between me and it. I push my hands against his chest.
“Don’t try to resist me, Megan,” Michael commands and then grabs both of my arms in his much larger hands.
I don’t reply. I simply start to glare at my stalker. We face off in silence. Michael blocks me from exiting.
“Why did you leave me, Megan?” he growls but his voice sounds vulnerable.
I know an honest reply would be futile at this juncture. Therefore, I shrug.
“We could leave here together. I could take you to Hawaii again. You liked that vacation so much, I seem to recall.”
“Michael, this is ridiculous. Can you just leave me now, please?” I request.
“So you don’t want to go swimming with the turtles, try some scuba diving, perhaps?” Michael thinks he’s tempting me. He relaxes his hold on me a bit.
I pull my arms free from his grasp and move away from him, “No, I don’t want to travel with you!” I yell.
I’ve apparently done the wrong thing now. Michael grows quite angry. He steps forward and looms over me. I take a step back in fear. Then I decide to plant my feet and stand my ground.
“You are acting like a spoiled child, now,” he shouts in my face. I smell alcohol on his breath and shudder. His hands lock around my shoulders. I attempt to yank my arms free. My move is fruitless. My fate looks frightening. I’m losing hope that I’ll be able of dealing with the situation on my own. I look around to see if anyone can see us.
However, I’m surprised to look up and see Matt, of all men, appear outside the door to work. We make eye contact. Matt’s facial expression looks truly frightening. Michael turns to see who I’m looking at. Matt yanks the door open with force and enters the small lobby.
“Well, if it isn’t Mr. Frazier to the rescue!” Michael snarls with sarcasm. “I knew the two of you had a history. Jacob filled me in on your little affair, once Megan disappeared from our radar last week.”
“Fuck off, Kingsfield,” Matt hisses. He stands next to me and puffs out his chest.
“She’s a cold-hearted little bitch,” Michael spits out with venom. “You must be getting a lot more pussy than I did from Miss Priss, to go toe to toe with me.”
The contest begins as Matt growls. “She’s in my bed every night dude. Keep your hands off of Megan. She’s mine, asshole.” I cringe when I think of how enraged Michael must feel at the news that Matt has been sleeping with me.
Michael’s face registers shock. He scowls at me and finally turns to Matt. He scoffs at the claim that Matt made about me, “She won’t be yours for long. Can’t you see that she’s all about cheap thrills? She’ll get bored with you, too.” Michael’s absurd idea sends Matt over the edge. It speaks to his deepest fears. I hope he doesn’t believe Michael’s arguments about me.
Matt inserts himself between Michael and me. He assumes a kick box stance and quickly delivers two blows with his feet. Michael’s gut and shoulder take the brunt of his moves. He falls backward on the tile floor of the entry to the newspaper building. Michael’s head hits the floor and blood spurts from his head wound. These kinds of wounds that always bleed most.
Rush enters as the commotion at the door has finally been noticed. Their confrontation continues when Michael tries to rise from the floor. Rush restrains Matt since he appears poised to throw himself at Michael once again.
I run to Matt and cradle his face between my hands. I’ve never seen Matt behave in such an aggressive way before. It’s a bit scary to see him so violent. I hope he realizes that Michael’s comments about me were a desperate attempt to play to his insecurities.
“Move out of my way, Megan,” Matt commands. He’s glaring at Michael who’s now groaning on the floor in pain.
“That’s enough, Matt. It’s over!” I try to point out. Rush gives Michael a hand up and walks him away from Matt. Michael pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and presses it to his head wound.
“It may be over for now but…I’ll be back!” Michael promises with a maniacal look on his face. Rush looms over Michael and motions for him to leave.
“I’ll fucking kill you, if you come anywhere near her again,” Matt threatens. Michael walks away looking angry and bitter.
I look at Matt whose eyes now look obsessed with aggression. “Can we go home now?” I ask in a soothing voice. He nods as we head toward his car and condo. Matt’s quiet and tense on the ride home but he puts his hand on my thigh in a possessive gesture.
I wish I knew more about his current state of mind. I’m now fearful that Matt is upset with me. He should be, since I brought Michael into our lives.
When we walk into the condo, Matt sighs dramatically and drops down on the love seat. He looks at me with consternation on his brow.
“Are you going to become bored with me, Megan? Is this aff
air about cheap thrills for you?”
“Matt, he was pushing your buttons. It was a pissing contest. I want you, not him…Michael has no claim on me,” I assure my gorgeous, forlorn looking man. Then I sit down next to him on the couch and hold his hand.
He huffs, “At least Michael knows that I’m getting what he never could from you.”
“I hope you don’t think I’m little Miss Priss,” I chide.
A smile works its way across Matt’s lips. “You’ve never been Miss Priss around me, baby.”
“You bring out the best in me Frazier,” I wink.
“That bastard needs to get his paws off of you. I’ll teach him a lesson.”
I roll my eyes in exasperation. I get annoyed with the ownership issues that intrigue these two men.
“Marking your territory, eh?” I joke instead.
“Damn right. Your ass Is mine,” he quips He’s quite serious as he makes his claim.