by Nicole Hite
"I really fucking hate you," were her last words before she made the move to kiss him senseless.
"The feeling’s mutual, sweetheart."
5
"I suppose playing with fire is okay...sometimes."
"Let's get out of here," Vivienne whispered with a desire and need.
"I'm already ahead of you. My driver is waiting outside," he indicated, as he inhaled her bottom lip. Sucking it in, he worked it as if it were her bud. Sweeping his tongue across her flesh, he held her lip between his teeth before letting it go with a growl.
Removing her hand from above her head, he clutched her wrist, pulling her toward the exit. As they hurried through the crowd, she eyed the girls in approval. Giving them a wink, she waved goodbye. She could question her next moves, but they would never bring her the satisfaction she wanted and deserved.
Waiting out front, just as he stated, was a beautiful town car.
"My hotel, or your apartment?" Luca asked, breathless from their run and adrenaline.
"My apartment is probably closer," she answered.
Both climbed into the large vehicle as Luca directed the driver to her apartment. He'd only been there once prior, yet he was an expert at delivering the route flawlessly.
"He should have us there in about ten minutes." He crawled into the seat with Viv.
As they reclined in the plush, leather seats, Luca leaned into Vivienne. Softly, he placed a palm on her cheek, staring into her eyes.
"I need to tell you something before we go through with this," Luca admitted.
"For fuck’s sake. You're not married, are you?" She pushed away to look into his eyes.
"No, hell no. Divorced, but that doesn't matter. That's not what I wanted to tell you," he laughed.
"Oh, okay. Good, because I'm not a home wrecker. I never will be either. I just..." She began.
"See, that's what I like about you. Your assertiveness," he added.
"Okay, well, that's how I taught myself to..." She began again.
"Yes, I can tell," he cut her off again.
"Will you please stop cutting me off?" She grew frustrated.
"That's what I wanted to speak with you about. I love that, in your professional life, you are a bulldog, but, when you are with me, in the confines of a bedroom or any place I see fit to fuck you, you are not in charge. I am."
"I..."
"Harper, I don't want to hear a snappy comeback. The only thing I want to hear coming from that beautiful mouth of yours is what color panties you're wearing. Okay?"
"Who says I'm wearing any?" she smirked, genuinely enjoying his need to be in charge.
"Good answer," he responded, as his eyes turned black with seduction.
They pulled up to the apartment just in time. Vivienne was having a hard time restraining herself. Her need to control what was going on between the two of them was driving her crazy.
As they reached the door to the apartment, Luca stopped her before she opened the door.
"Once we go through these doors, nothing will be the same between us."
"I'm counting on it," she grinned.
Slamming the door shut again as she tried to open it, "Also, I am a man and as such, I like to be the one in charge in the bedroom. I'm just warning you now."
"Consider me warned."
His smiled grew more and more visible as it seemed he was turned on by her words. Entering the foyer of her apartment, Vivienne turned to shut the door behind them.
"Come closer to me," Luca beckoned Viv to him. "Here we are… all alone… You and me. What is a man to do?"
"I hope you like what you see so far. I think you want to see more, though," she responded.
"Oh, I love what I see. I wish to see just a little bit more, though." His glare grew serious and hungry for her.
Sending chills down her spin, and causing the tiny hairs on her arms to stand on end, she unlatched the halter of her romper. Letting the fabric to slide across her silky skin, she stood before him completely naked.
Walking closer to her, "I think about you all the time, and I just met you. In the morning, in the shower, at work and even when I'm stroking myself at night. Does that turn you on? To know I get off thinking about you, and all the filthy things I want to do to you? Sometimes I don't even want to wake up from my dreams at night. Seeing you in those work clothes, and then like this. I can't help myself."
"What about work?"
"What about work?" he indicated giving her raised eyebrows.
"I don't want this to be a conflict of interest," she whispered, as he began to undress.
"I think you're still trying to find a reason to push me away, when really, you know I'm going to be the best fucking lay you've ever had, Harper."
He wasn't being cocky, but his tone was one hundred percent convincing. She wanted to fight him badly, but knew, deep down, that was going to be a battle she would never win. She gave herself away once Luca began to undress. Her nipples grew before him, and her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. She had to squeeze her legs together to keep the throbbing at bay.
He slid a finger through the knot of his tie and tugged, allowing the silken fabric to tumble to the ground. Viv bit her lip as she tried everything to resist the temptation to rush to him and rip his close off. Driving her insane, he slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, never taking his eyes off her.
Viv made one move, and, immediately, Luca spoke up, "No. I want you to stand there and watch me undress. You are so used to being in charge, but not tonight. You will receive pleasure when I give it to you."
She didn't talk back. She simply obeyed his wish. In a way, it was more erotic then actually touching one another. After removing his shirt, he gripped his belt and moved the leather.
"I can sense you don't like my rules," Luca acknowledged, as he removed his pants, standing before her in only his boxers.
"I can't say they are easy to abide by, but I trust you know what you’re doing," she smirked at him.
"I do. Come here," he beckoned with his sexy voice. It wasn't forceful, but conveyed a sense of authority, which turned her on. She had never been a submissive type of woman, but maybe that's exactly what she needed. Someone to take the reigns for once. To be with someone who enjoyed her undivided attention.
Stepping toward Luca, Vivienne could feel the electrical current bouncing off their bodies. The attraction was undeniable, which terrified her on some level. She wanted to give herself to this man, regardless if he was her boss or not.
"Can you take off my boxers, Harper?" He didn't use cliché terms of endearment that most would. She was grateful for this. Terms of endearment meant more than the average hookup, and that was not what she was looking for. She just wanted to be a woman, looking for a man to satisfy her. Not a man to coddle and coo her. She detested those couples.
Viv moved desperately close to his body, threatening to kiss him before removing his shorts. If he wanted to kiss her, he would. He was in control, not her. He didn't lean back or push her away, but lavished in her close proximity without giving into her ploy.
Clutching the elastic waistband, Viv locked eyes with Luca as she descended down his body. She allowed her naked physique to graze his, but mostly to permit his cock to run gracefully between her voluptuous breasts as she removed his boxers.
As she palmed her breasts in each hand, she ran them up and down his plentiful shaft. She allowed her soft flesh to grow his erection further. Stroking all the way to the base of his shaft, she took into her mouth the head of his dick. She removed her hands from her breasts, and replaced the stroking sensation with her petite hands.
She circled the tip of his head while double fisting his hardened length. Like a lollipop, she sucked and licked his rigid flesh. Taking him into her mouth entirely, she curled her tongue around his cock, dragging her tongue up the underside of his trunk. Tracing the pulsing vain to the tip, she circled the tip, lapping up the salty pre-cum.
Taking his wood in one hand, she trailed her tongue b
ack down his length, taking in his very ready sack. She rolled his jewels in her mouth, teasing him relentlessly. She could satisfy this man all day long with the way she relished in his moans.
He removed her hair tie, watching her hair cascade down her neck. Running his fingers through her strands, he took a fistful, tugging in rhythm of her sinful strokes.
Pulling her head back, she stared into his lust filled eyes.
"What do you want, Harper? I want to see those delicious lips tell me how you want to be fucked. Want me to take you gentle and slow, or rough and hard?"
Standing from her knees, she ran her tongue across her lips, languishing in his taste, his edible flavor of passion.
"I'm not in the mood for soft and sweet, so you better make it good, boss."
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear."
Starting to lead Luca into the bedroom, Viv was abruptly stopped.
"Where are you going? I told you. You are not the boss behind this door. I am. And I want to fuck you right here, right now. Is that a problem?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Not at all," she grinned, ready to relinquish her controlling tendencies for the night. It was a relief to not be the demanding one for a change, even if this wasn't exactly work.
"Good. God, you are so fucking sexy. Do you even know that?"
"No," she affirmed, not realizing how brutally honest she was being.
"If you could see what I see, I promise you, you would know," he groaned as he pulled her to his body.
Fisting a handful of her hair, he leaned her head back, exposing her neck. She smelt of heavenly perfume. Not too strong, just enough to drive him insane.
"Close your eyes, Harper."
Not hesitating for a moment, her other senses were tuned into Luca's personal attention. Leaning into her bare neck, he began kissing her softly, growing hungry with each lick. He massaged her head before giving it a slight tug. Vivienne's body began to melt into his, as the excruciating pleasure from one tug shot through her body.
"You like it rough, don't you?" he moaned into her slick flesh. "You never had any intentions of this being vanilla sex."
"Not even close," she sighed into his touches.
Vivienne pressed her swollen breasts into his bare chest. Rubbing her hardened nipples into his flesh, she could hear Luca's breath pick up. Gripping her hair, she whimpered into his waiting lips.
Pulling away for a just a moment, Vivienne looked Luca straight in the eyes.
"Tell me everything you want, Luca, and I can make that happen." Her long eyelashes batted as he removed his hands from her hair and curled themselves under her plump ass cheeks. Lifting her off the ground, she wrapped her legs around his hips as he carried her to the kitchen counter.
"I plan to fuck you on every surface of this apartment. Can you keep up?" he growled, as he tossed her on the counter.
Running his hands up her inner thighs, he pushed them open, exposing her every inch. Sitting there spread-eagle, Luca stepped forward as Viv linked her toned legs around his waist. Before she realized it, Luca thrust inside of her without any warning. The shock of his cock didn't hurt her, but tickled every nerve and sense already heightened from his command.
Vivienne wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling them into her tender nipples. Luca suckled on her tits, rolling his tongue across the tight flesh. She threw her head back, savoring the mind-blowing feeling of his rough tongue on her sensitive peaks.
Driving harder into her, she ran her fingers through his perfectly styled hair. Now completely disheveled, her fingers clinched his strands, forcing his mouth the take in more of her silky breast. Luca loved her ambition, pounding deeper into her. Moaning in pleasure, he gripped her hips hard driving his cock into her.
Vivienne leaned back a little; placing her elbows and palms on the counter. Reclining a bit, his pumps made her ample breasts bounce. The perspiration began to bead on Luca's forehead as the intense heat between the two continued to increase.
"Oh, God. Oh, God...right there," Vivienne pleaded, as he pressed his thumb into her clit. "I'm coming. I'm coming."
Viv's orgasm came out of nowhere, taking over her body. Luca continued to rub her bud to draw out her orgasm, as he quickly pulled out of her and unleashed his release onto her dewy chest.
"Fuck, that's hot," she moaned, as she came down from her release. Just as Luca was about the release his hold on her, she pulled his body and nimble fingers back to her clit. "Don't stop. You make it feel so damn good."
"I could fuck you everyday and never be completely content. You are insatiable. I should punish you for trying to deny me access to this." He ran one hand up her goose bumped arm as the other continued to massage her love button. Their bodies crashed to one another, smearing the results of their fucking on to Luca's chest. Never once did he wince or pull away.
Vivienne had never had multiple orgasms, but she tapped out at five before hopping off the counter. On wobbly legs, she tried to grab a towel to wipe them clean.
"No," Luca stopped her before she laid the fabric on his chest. "It's my trophy. Plus, I can still smell you on me and it is such a fucking turn on."
Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her toward his body.
"Are you ashamed to wear my scent?" He lowered his eyes to meet hers.
"Never," she avowed clearly, as she lowered her head to lick up his chest, landing her glare on his.
His eyes suddenly turned black as the primal need to take her again took over his body.
"No rest for the wicked, Harper. Now turn around, bend over and put your palms on the floor. I want to see and fuck that pretty little ass of yours."
Vivienne didn't hesitate, as she could only imaged the blow she was about to take. Luca clutched her waist with one hand tight enough to leave prints. Waiting for him to take her, he swatted her ass. Feeling the heat rise again between her legs and now her hind end, her body begged to be fucked.
No other man had truly gotten her and what she needed to be satisfied. With Luca, she didn't need to coach him or explain to him her motives. He knew. He knew because they were one in the same creatures. Savagery, eroticism, and instinct powered the connection between the two. No one would ever tap into her senses like Luca had. On some small level, it truly pissed off Vivienne. Of course, he would be perfect. Isn't that always the way?
6
"P.S., I'll buy you a new lampshade."
The next morning, Vivienne ached in pleasure. She hadn't been fucked properly in a long, long time. Her head pounded, not from the sex, but the excessive alcohol intake from the night before. Alcohol was not her friend this AM.
She turned to latch on to Luca's naked body only to come up short. Feeling oddly dejected, she noticed the crunching sound of paper. Viv gripped the sheet from the opposite side of the bed, adjusting her sleepy eyes to read.
"Harper. I rather enjoyed fucking you on every inch of your apartment last night. You made good on your promise to keep up. I knew you wouldn't let me down. I'm not good with this wooing shit or whatever. Just know you're sexy as fuck...at every angle…" The comment made her chuckle as she thought of all the different ways she had bent, stretch and flexed her way into every position possible. Thank God for yoga.
"...P.S., I'll buy you a new lampshade." She blushed as she looked on her bedroom floor to see the crumpled remains of the shade.
It wasn't a promise for a repeat, but it was a good sign to hear he wanted to woo her and replace her shade. Most men would say screw it and walk away. She hoped it wasn't just because they worked with one another. That's right. They did work together. How awkward was today going to be? The only way to find out was to get her ass in gear.
Vivienne Harper never slept in. In fact, she was early to everything she did. Maybe that was her problem. She was a stickler for the rules, and she never took risks. Luca reminder her of how much fun life would be if she just loosened the reigns every once in a while.
Prancing into her office at nine AM, everyone stared, mout
hs agape that she was just getting there. Her uptight office attire was toned down today with a simple pair of skinny jeans, white v-neck and grey vest. No one saw her like this - ever. Her hair was down with soft, brunette beach waves; a far cry from the heavy smoky eye from the night before.
As she made her way to Ariel's office, she gave Quinn, Ariel and Sam a wink as she nodded for them to join her. She laid her bag on the ground as she relaxed in her cushy chair. Sipping her coffee, she motioned for the girls to come in.
"Who are you, and what the hell happened to Vivienne Harper?" Sam spoke up finally. The girls corralled around the desk, taking whatever seat they could find.
"I haven't changed. I'm still the same Vivienne I was yesterday." She smiled.
"Okay, am I the only one who's going to call bullshit here?" Ariel spoke up.
"Look," Quinn grinned, as she pointed at Viv. "Have you ever seen her smile that much? There are only two things that make me that happy - alcohol and orgasms. My money is on orgasms."
"A lady never kisses and tells." She took a sip of her coffee.
"You're not very good at this girl gossip thing. This is the part where you tell us he has a huge dick, fucks like a porn star, and worships your pussy..." Sam started. "Sorry, sometimes it just comes out."
"I won't argue with any of that," she began laughing.
"HE IS A FREAK!" Ariel nearly screamed.
"Fine. Yes, he fucks like a goddamned porn star. He had me in positions I haven't been in in years. It was..."
"Was what?" The girls were waiting on baited breath.
"Fucking amazing, but that's the problem," she answered, feeling a little blue.
"How can that possibly be a bad thing?" Quinn questioned.
"I can't do complicated right now and, besides, he's my boss."
"When has that ever stopped the Vivienne Harper from getting what she wanted?" Sam spoke up.
"You really like him," Ariel sparred, as she analyzed Viv's face.
Vivienne suddenly felt awkward for the first time since the girls came in her office.