Smuttily Ever After

by R. S. Owl

  His palms cup my face, thumbs gently stroking along my cheekbones in stark contrast to the fingers curled forcefully around the back of my head holding me to him. The way his tongue dances around mine feels erotic and almost familiar. I can’t help but lean in, giving him access to devour my mouth.

  I feel the heat coming off his chest as I spread my hands over the material between us. His pectoral muscles are hard beneath my fingers and I can feel his chest rise and fall quickly, his forceful breathing matching my own.

  His hands move down to the base of my neck. One hand moves into my hair and grips a handful to force my head back and give him access to my throat where I feel his teeth graze before they move to my jawline and to my ear. The feel of his heated, labored breath in my ear is nearly enough to make me want to beg for more from that mouth and the strong hands controlling me.

  I reach down to unbutton my own suit jacket trying to rid myself of at least one layer separating us, but as I do I feel him start to pull away, instantly leaving a chill where his mouth had been.

  He pulls back, only slightly, eyes searching my face, more than likely looking for a sign to continue or stop.

  I lick my lips, unable to deny how badly I want his mouth on them again, and continue to undo the buttons on my jacket in a silent assent.

  Bringing his mouth back to my ear, his voice comes out thick with want, “Fuck, I’m glad it’s not just me. I’ve wanted to do that since the moment Rosey left.”

  He nips my earlobe again with his teeth letting out a small growl before running the tip of his tongue along the shell of my ear.

  As his mouth finds my throat again I shrug out of my jacket and let it fall into the seat behind me as I reach for his shoulders and stand up. “This is definitely the dumbest thing I could possibly do,” I say as I close the gap between us, “but there’s something about you.”

  He smiles with a sexy deviance as he runs his hands over my bare shoulders, exposed in the black camisole I’d worn under my suit. I tremble as his touch strokes across my collarbone down to the lace in front that barely conceals the strapless bra beneath. His forefinger caresses the swell of my breast and I stand completely silent watching him as he takes in every curve and line he touches, as the desire in his eyes burns brighter by the second.

  My hands lowered and fisted at my sides, resisting the urge to touch him. I let him take what he wants, knowing every moment like this will make the next three months more difficult, or, more than likely, will leave me without an assistant at all. In a second, I decide I don’t care even a little bit, if I can have this one desire quenched.

  My thoughts are interrupted by his hand pulling up my chin until my eyes meet his again. He looks as though he will devour me and his voice gives credence to the notion as he declares, “Last chance.”

  “I’m not saying no,” I say barely above a whisper.

  In a flash I’m picked up by his large hands on my ass and put down on my desk unceremoniously, papers scattering onto the floor. He runs his hands up my thighs to the juncture and I can see as well as feel the moment he comes in contact with the proof of my eagerness.

  A deep growl rumbles up from his chest as one hand grabs the back of my hair yanking my head back while his tongue and teeth wreak havoc on my throat. His mouth moves to my ear and bites just above my earlobe as he whispers in a heavy breath, “I locked the door when she left.”

  I pull back just enough to look at him incredulously. “You planned this?”

  “I had hope,” he says, again pulling back enough that I can see his devilish grin, “but I don’t think I was alone in that.” The hand still at my panties pushes beneath the material while his other pulls me back to him, his mouth again crashing against mine.

  His finger dips inside me teasingly, using my own lubrication to slide up and around the hardened nub of nerves.

  I gasp into his mouth as his finger circles deliciously around my clit just enough to torment me. He nips at my bottom lip and a small moan breaks free from me.

  He pulls his hand away from my now soaked panties and I watch as he puts his finger to that amazing mouth.

  “Oh, God,” I whisper, in awe of how sexy the sight of him tasting me on his finger is.

  “Fuck, Nora,” he nearly snarls out, “you taste fucking amazing. I had every intention of fucking you right here and now without any hesitation, but I can’t fucking resist tonguing that pussy first.”

  A slight whimper leaves me before I realize I’ve even made a sound.

  “Make no mistake, Nora,” he says in ragged voice, “I will fuck you, but first you’re going to cum on my tongue.”

  He drops to his knees, placing his face in a perfect position to lick up my inner thigh with just a slight bend of his head. Just before he gets to where I desperately want to feel him he nips the soft skin there and moves over to the other thigh and repeats the perfect torture. This time when he gets to my soaking wet panties he runs his tongue from the bottom up, tasting me through the material, teasing me with the barrier between us.

  He groans his approval before reaching up and in one tug ripping the silk away from my body.

  Open and bare to him I know my needy pussy is on full unabashed display and I don’t care. I only want his mouth on me. I want to feel his tongue dance with my clit like it had my tongue.

  Torturously slowly he tastes, licks, and teases my lips until finally I feel his tongue make laps around my clit. My back arches to bring him closer, wanting more pressure from his exquisite mouth. He gives me what I need by simultaneously encircling my clit with his lips and entering me with two fingers. As his lips massage and tug my clit, he pumps a perfect rhythm with his hand, curving his fingers to flawlessly massage that spot that has me on the edge of orgasm, already feeling cum dripping down the crack of my ass and all over his chin. I begin to unravel and every nerve in my body trembles as an orgasm seizes me, making my back arch while I frantically try to hold back the scream begging to erupt.

  I barely begin to come down from the physical exhilaration I have just experienced when I’m being tugged by the thighs even closer to the edge of the desk; my ass nearly hanging off completely.

  Sonny wraps my legs around his hips as he grabs a condom from his wallet and lays the package on my now exposed stomach while he unbuckles his belt purposefully slowly. His eyes locked onto mine with such intensity I can’t physically move to look away.

  “I told you I was going to fuck you. I hope you didn’t think you were done,” he says through heavy breaths.

  Instead of protesting, I wrap my legs tighter around him and try to pull him closer.

  “I’m glad to see you’re just as eager for my cock as I am to be inside you, Nora, but just because you’re the boss when you’re in that chair, doesn’t mean you’re running the show now.”

  Thank fuck! I think to myself. Somehow Rosey managed to deliver a true Alpha right to my office.

  I loosen my legs. “Yes,” is all I can say, but it seems to be all the consent he needs.

  He moves closer, pushing my thighs farther apart. I close my eyes trying to steady my breathing.

  “Look at me, Nora,” Sonny commands and my eyes open to see a hunger I’ve never encountered before. “Look at me while I fuck you. I want to see your eyes while I take this beautiful pussy,” he says as he glances down to the nakedness before him.

  I lift my hips slightly, eager for him to fill me. My need nearly as painful as it is pleasurable.

  He keeps his eyes on mine as he removes his belt from his pants, far too slowly for my liking but, as he said, he’s running this show and I’ll gladly let him. He wraps the belt around his hand and I’m already imagining all the possibilities it could hold, before he sets it to the side on my desk. I’m only slightly disappointed, but he must see it because he chuckles low before saying, “Maybe one day I’ll use it to keep you where I want you.”

  My eyes follow his hands as they reach to unfasten his button and then lower his zipper. Hi
s cock is straining against his black boxer briefs and my mouth waters at the sight of his desire.

  Next time I want to get on my knees for him I think, as he exposes the most beautiful cock I’m sure I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  Not realizing I’d made any sound, my attention is brought back to his face when he breaks into my thoughts with a laugh, “Definitely next time, Gorgeous. I’ll gladly have you on your knees and feed you every inch. Don’t you worry.”

  He lowers both his briefs and trousers to his thighs simultaneously and reaches for the condom I realize he conveniently had with him. I can’t help but smirk.

  “Were you a boy scout?” I ask in an attempt to tease, but my voice breaks as I fight the urge to reach down and touch my throbbing clit.

  As he starts to roll the condom on with one hand, the other finds its way back to my entrance and he pushes his two fingers inside again, bringing all teasing and joking to an instant halt.

  I gasp as he says, “I’m always ready, Nora, but are you?”

  He pulls his fingers out and then promptly pushes them back in again with an added third finger and my eyes roll back at the feel of him stretching me.

  “Look at me or I’ll stop,” he says, stilling the motion.

  My eyes fly open and find his face, and he continues to finger me and tease my clit with his thumb until I’m teetering on the edge.

  “Don’t you dare come yet,” he orders softly.

  He moves his hands to my thighs and lifts my legs so that my calves are resting on his shoulders and I can feel his cock pushing against my entrance. I thought I was ready, but in this position he’ll be able to go incredibly deep. A part of me is hesitant, but the rest of me wants this more than anything. I want him to take me completely. I want to feel every beautiful bit of him inside me.

  He inches his way into me. Slowly. Torturously. Watching my face reflect every inch of bliss he delivers.

  He pulls back out almost as slowly and I nearly cry at the loss until with one firm tug on my hips he seats himself completely in me.

  I cry out at the exquisite feeling of being filled so completely. My hands grab ahold of the edge of the desk above my head and I fight to keep my eyes open. I watch him as he does exactly as he said he would and takes my pussy completely, repeatedly, until I can’t hold back anymore.

  “Sonny,” I pant out, “I need to come. Please? I can’t hold it anymore.” My voice is almost a whine.

  One of his hands leaves my hips and moves between us. His thumb begins to circle my clit again like before.

  “Sonny,” I plead.

  “Come for me, Nora,” he says roughly through his own growing climax, “Come now.”

  He pumps into me several more times and his thumb continues its brilliant navigation until the tightness moves from my belly to my clit and down into the deepest parts of me. I’m bucking against him, no longer able to fight my eyes closing as I soak in every ounce of ecstasy reverberating through me. Two more thrusts and he finds his own climax with a primal growl, digging his fingers into my thighs as my still throbbing pussy milks every last ounce of pleasure from the both of us.

  He moves my feet to around his waist and leans forward placing his head on my chest while we both catch our breath.

  After a few minutes he lifts up, pushes me back completely on the desk, and removes himself from me.

  “Don’t move,” he says as he steps over to the trashcan beneath my desk to get rid of the condom. “We should probably take the trash out when we leave tonight.” A smirk on his face gives away how much he’s pleased with himself.

  He grabs the box of tissues and begins to reverently clean up the mess left between my legs. I watch as he seems to take pleasure in even this simple but innocent task.

  After disposing of the tissues as well, he takes my hands and pulls me to a sitting position.

  The tenderness between my legs will remind me for a few days just how much I enjoyed this, but now I have to face reality.

  “Does this mean I’m going to have to find another assistant?” I question.

  “Do you want to find another assistant?” he retorts, seeming surprised by my question.

  “You are trained already,” I say with a sheepish grin.

  “So you were pleased,” he pauses, “with the coffee?”

  I laugh and shake my head. “Yeah, but try not to spill it next time. I don’t want to have you filing for workman’s comp.”

  “If I need workman’s comp it’s going to be from damage to my back from bending over this desk. I think maybe we should try the conference table next time. It’s a bit higher.”

  The look on his face is completely serious.

  “So this wasn’t a one-time thing?” I ask. “Don’t you think this will complicate you working here?”

  “Why do you think I begged Rosey to give me her job while she’s gone?” he stares at me as if I have an actual answer. “I knew who I was going to work for.”

  “Did you…” I begin but get cut off with Sonny’s finger to my lips.

  “I didn’t tell Rosey of my intentions. She has no idea that I wanted anything other than to learn from the best in the publishing business.”

  “What? How?” I sputter out. I can’t wrap my head around what I’m hearing.

  “I’ve seen you before. I’ve heard you speak at a couple of conferences. I know people who know you; have worked with you. I knew I needed to meet you. I knew you were going to be amazing.” Sonny cocks an eyebrow and slightly whispers the last part.

  “So you took on a temporary job just to get into my pants? What the fuck, Sonny? Who does that?” Sounding more pissed off than I actually am, I get down off the desk, wobbling slightly in the heels I still wear. My legs feel like jelly.

  “A man who sees what he wants and does what he must to get it,” he states matter-of-factly.

  “Let me get this straight,” I continue as I straighten my skirt and camisole and look for my torn panties, “you’re willing to work beneath me just to get inside me? Who the hell are you?”

  “Who I am, Nora,” he says as he stills me with an arm around my waist and his other hand under my chin. “Is the man that’s going to have you screaming his name as often as possible when I’m not showing you what a stunning, amazing woman you are, but let’s be very clear here. I’ll work for you for the next three months and I’ll work my ass off for you however you need,” he pauses and arches his brow, “but make no mistake; I want more than inside you.”

  I stand there staring back at him unable to formulate a coherent thought while I put together the jumbled maze of information being given to me.

  “I have three months to convince you to be mine, Nora.”

  He kisses my ear, my jaw, and then my lips.

  “And I’ve only just begun.”

  One thought, and only one thought, takes full form.

  I need to send flowers to Rosey first thing tomorrow.

  Not The End.

  ROLLING ON A RIVER

  By

  R.S. Owl

  The Saucy Owl

  CHAPTER 1

  Frankie

  I skate around the rink doing my pre-game stretches while sizing up the competition, and by sizing up, I of course mean checking out. I’m focused on the games, but we’re the only female team in this tournament so there is a lot of dick in front of me. It’s a shame really; we rarely play against hot teams. My gloved hands hold either end of my hockey stick as I lift it above my head to stretch my shoulders and back, continuing my search for sexy roller hockey players.

  I’d started to wonder if they actually existed. I sigh and decide that must be the case again here when I see the first set of abs I’ve ever seen on the hockey rink. Lowering my stick so it rests on my shoulders behind my head, I stop skating and just let my wheels roll me along the smooth, blue floor. I keep rolling for several metres, like a creep, until I slow down and come to a gradual stop.

  I start at his skates, navy blue Bauer’s w
ith a silver star on the side; he’s not put on his knee and shin guards yet so his socks are bunched around his ankles leaving me a perfect view of his tanned, toned calves. His shorts start at his knees and seem to fit him so perfectly that they don’t even make him look fat like mine do.

  Then there it is, the start of the V poking out from his shorts, guiding me up to a perfect set of abs, begging to be licked. My tongue feels like it’s too big for my mouth as it’s yearning for a taste. I move up from his ridiculously toned stomach and I spot ink on his chest, leading up to his shoulder and flowing all the way down his arm. Intricate geometric patterns and mandala style flowers cover his skin.

  Fuck me, that’s a sexy sleeve. I don’t even get to stare at his face before he turns around. Damn it.

  How have I never seen this guy before? I’m going to have a word with the girls about need-to-know information. It doesn’t matter that half of them are lesbians, there’s a rule that states we let each other know when a hotty is about. I do the same for them. My blatant perving of his ass is called to a halt when Brooke skates up and grabs mine.

  She’s the handsiest fucker on the whole team.

  We’ve hooked up a few times before, and now she’s constantly trying to get back in my pants. I don’t tend to get off with girls often, but I’m a free spirit—freer when I’m tipsy, and she has amazing tits.

  She leans into my ear. “Somebody’s checking out Taylor.”

  I sharply turn to her. “Wait. That’s Taylor?! The guy who owns the rink?”

  She laughs at me while shaking her head, her eyebrows knit together like I’m stupid. “Yeah. You’ve seen him before, you twat. He's here every week we train.”

  I peer back at him and try to pinpoint the times I’ve seen him. “He’s always worn a cap when I’ve seen him. He says hi but he never makes eye contact with me, ever.” He just smiles that gorgeous smile and keeps his head down. I grin as I think back to the times I’ve seen that cute smile poking out from under his cap. I tilt my head to assess him more. Topless Taylor is a nice surprise.