Stormy Night

by Jade Stratton

  In that moment, she wasn’t a corporate rising star, a senior account manager of a multi-million dollar company, and one of the three dozen people for whom he labored as a technical minion. She was no longer a fantasy in a pantsuit who up to now had only recognized him with a “Thank you” and an absent smile when he helped her out. Here, now, she was in her essence: a woman. Beautiful. Vulnerable.

  God, he wanted her. His throat constricted and blood began to pound in his ears as the silence between them stretched on, and he fought not to squirm as his cock hardened to stiff attention in his jeans. Part of him prayed she wouldn’t notice. Part of him prayed she would.

  Just as he was about to open his mouth to excuse himself and make good his cowardly escape, she asked in a soft voice, “Do you want me?”

  He couldn’t have been more surprised, more shocked, had she leaned over and slapped him across the face. Do you want me. Her words echoed in his head as an emotional war began in his breast: desire battling with fear, the frustration of all his stillborn attempts to ask her out on a simple date challenged by those four simple words from her lips. Four simple words that left him no choice but to take a leap of faith, to try and be the man he wanted to be, or to retreat back into the emotional cave that had been his refuge all his life and give up on this woman forever. She wouldn’t give him a second chance, and he wouldn’t blame her. He clenched his fists so hard the knuckles went white, the muscles of his forearms bunching up. He had fantasized about making love to her countless times, imagining everything he would do to please her, everything she would do to please him. Forcing back the fear and angst with an act of life or death willpower, he whispered, “Yes.”

  She took in a breath, her nostrils flaring slightly, her eyes glinting with challenge. “Then prove it.”

  Slowly getting to his feet, Jack stood over her, and an electric jolt ran down his spine as he saw her eyes move to his bulging crotch before again returning his gaze. He saw something new in those eyes now, something more than challenge: desire.

  Leaning down, he took her gently but firmly by the upper arms and pulled her to her feet. He paused for one last moment, their lips a finger’s breadth apart, before he kissed her. It was a soft kiss at first, uncertain, but quickly grew more passionate, the tip of his tongue probing through her open mouth to touch hers. And as the kiss deepened, he pulled her closer, her breasts pressing tight against his chest, her belly against his. He shuddered as she ground her hips forward, and he could feel her mound through the intervening clothes and the storage blanket, pressing against his throbbing cock.

  Anne wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down even deeper into the kiss, and the blanket fell away to the floor, revealing her nude body. She pushed him away slightly, just enough so his eyes, wide with wonder at the sight before him, could drink her in. “Do you like what you see?” she whispered.

  In answer, he again pulled her close, kissing her hard now. Her lips felt like fire against his, and he moaned as her hot tongue began to explore his mouth, teasing and dancing over his own tongue before she sucked on it with lustful greed.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Anne dug her finger’s into Jack’s hair as they fucked one another with their tongues. She had been sure, right up until Jack had gotten to his feet, that he would chicken out, that he would turn tail and run, leaving her there alone and humiliated. But he had, much to her delight, risen to the occasion. Literally.

  “God,” she gasped as their lips momentarily parted. She thrust her hips against him again, shivering with anticipation as her pussy ground against his cock. She had been wet already, but was so wet now she was leaving a mark on Jack’s jeans.

  Then his hands moved to her breasts. His fingers found her nipples, and she felt a shiver of delight course through her as he began to twist, pull, and pinch them. “That’s it,” she murmured. She gasped when he gave her a particularly sharp pinch that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her cunt.

  “I’m sorry,” Jack said, drawing away slightly, “I didn’t mean to hurt you—”

  “Do it again,” Anne ordered, her lower lip trembling. God, that felt so good. “Do it again, Jack. Do it.” She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as his long, strong fingers went back to work. She sighed as he twirled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, while simultaneously pulling them, stretching them. Then he walked his fingers to the very tips, which he pinched and squeezed.

  “Oh, Jesus,” she gasped as he leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth, while continuing to work the other one with his hand. His free arm was now wrapped around her, steadying her as he began to suck and lick. She could feel the quivering of the muscles in her belly, her inner thighs trembling as her body began to soar upward toward orgasm.

  “Fuck me,” she managed, her nails digging into his back through his T-shirt. “Take me…”

  But Jack — meek, mild-mannered Jack — had other ideas. His mouth and hands traded places, switching between her nipples. He was now sucking on the one he’d just been kneading with his fingers, and kneading the one he’d been sucking.

  “Oh, God!” She had never considered the possibility that she could have an orgasm just by stimulating her nipples, mainly because the men she’d been with had been so focused on their own pleasure that the only orgasms she’d had were from vaginal or clitoral stimulation. She was caught completely by surprise when her cunt suddenly spasmed. Her eyes flew wide and she cried out as her body convulsed in a shuddering orgasm, and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet!

  But Jack wasn’t finished. He pushed her back the short distance to her desk. With a blind swipe of her hand, she knocked everything to the floor before Jack lifted her up and set her ass down on the expensive leather blotter. She pulled him to her, wanting him to fuck her, but he gently pushed her hands away. His eyes bored into hers with a look of pure animal intensity that she’d never seen in a man before, and she leaned back on her elbows, her heart hammering as Jack knelt down before her.

  “Oh, Jack, yes,” she sighed as she spread her legs wide for him. He began to nip her inner thighs, working one side, then the other, alternating between them as he worked his mouth closer to her sopping cunt. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he moved ever closer. She tried to thrust her hips, wanting nothing more than to bring on that delicious kiss between her pussy and his mouth, but he refused to be rushed. “Please, baby,” she begged, “please, hurry, dammit.”

  Finally, after what seemed like forever, she felt Jack’s fingers slowly part the lips of her pussy. Then she felt his tongue, wide, flat, and warm, explore the full length of her pussy, darting down to tease her asshole, then move back up along her pussy to her clit.

  She reached down and grabbed his hair, no longer content to leave him — this wolf in sheep’s clothing — in total control. Panting now, she forced his mouth against her aching cunt. She cried out as he stuck his tongue deep insider her. Draping her legs over his shoulders, she began to move her hips, grinding her pussy against his face. He began to fuck her with his tongue, slowly at first, then at a rapid-fire pace, and she felt a sudden flood of cunt juice surge into Jack’s waiting mouth just before she came a second time.

  But this was an orgasm unlike any other she’d ever had: instead of letting it peak and fade, Jack waited until she peaked, then suddenly latched onto her clit with his lips and sucked it between his teeth. He held the swollen nub captive as his tongue alternately flicked it, hard, before gently gliding over it in a circular pattern.

  Anne’s body shook as the orgasm went on and on. Just when she thought it might be coming to an end, just as she thought she might be able to draw a full breath again, Jack stuck two fingers deep inside her and started pumping them in and out as his tongue continued to work her clit. He finger-fucked her hard, and she bucked her hips against him, her hands now gripping the edge of the desk in a white knuckled grip.

  As her rolling orgasm began to peak, Jack again switched tactics: instead
of continuing to pump his fingers in and out, he shoved them in as far as he could and began curling, then straightening them, as if he were making a “come here” motion. His fingertips beat right against her G spot as his mouth kept up the pressure on her clit, and it simply drove her crazy: she lay back on the desk, her mouth open in a silent scream of almost unbearable ecstasy.

  “Jack,” she finally managed to gasp, lost in a fog of pleasure so intense it was nearly painful, “please…please stop…” She wanted the feeling to go on forever, but knew that if he kept it up she’d just die.

  He said nothing, but his fingers slowed their rhythm, then stilled, and she squeezed her vaginal muscles, wanting to keep them inside her. His mouth rendered one final caress of her clit with his tongue, followed by a tender kiss.

  She was just beginning to relax, her body still trembling, still high from the hormones released from her brain’s pleasure center, when she felt Jack’s fingers pull out of her cunt and begin to caress her pubic mound, running from the carefully trimmed triangle of hair above her pussy to her asshole. She shivered at his touch, her core muscles still spasming from the orgasm that was only slowly fading.

  “Fuck me now, Jack,” she said softly.

  “Soon,” he murmured. That’s when she felt one of his thumbs ease into her pussy, and the matching index finger, thick with her own juice, slide deep into her ass.

  She threw back her head and cried out as he began pumping his hand back and forth, driving his thumb deep into her cunt while his index finger fucked her up the ass. He left her poor clit alone, focusing his energy on driving his hand as hard and fast as he could, giving her a double finger-fuck.

  Anne was well past the point of any pleasure she had ever experienced, her only remaining coherent thought being that she would suffer a heart attack from orgasmic sensory overload. She’d made love (or just fucked) a lot of men, but she’d never, ever had an experience like this: and he hadn’t even gotten his cock into her yet! A small, detached part of her mind concluded that her orgasms could now be measured not in terms of the number of times she’d come, but in how many minutes they were lasting. Jesus.

  Finally, Jack’s hand slowed, then stopped. Anne lay on the desk, chest heaving as she fought for air. Then, pulling her quivering legs from his shoulders, he stood up between them. With Anne watching over the sheen of sweat that glimmered on her breasts, Jack removed his T-shirt, exposing an attractive chest; she was surprised to see that he had no tan line around his neck or arms, but a smooth light golden skin tone that, again, she’d never noticed before. Then he undid his belt, then the button on his jeans. His cock was a hard, prominent bulge pressing against the thick fabric.

  He paused a moment, as if unsure. She held her arms out to him. “Come on, baby, it’s your turn.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Almost hesitantly, Jack unzipped his fly, the sound sending shivers up Anne’s spine from the anticipation of seeing his cock. She didn’t expect — or really want — anything huge, as her own vagina was simply not up to accommodating oversized male members, but she also hoped he wasn’t…under-endowed.

  Jack stepped out of his jeans, then slowly drew down his underwear, revealing a rock-hard cock that was just shy of eight inches long and about an inch and a half in diameter. She could see that there was a huge wet spot on his underwear and a stream of clear, viscous fluid was running down his cock from the tip.

  “Perfect,” she sighed as she drew her knees up to her chest, fully exposing her pussy and ass. She didn’t care which one he picked, she just wanted him to fill her up, and to do it right now. “Hurry.”

  With no further hesitation, he stepped forward, one hand guiding his pulsing cock to the lips of her dripping pussy. Anne groaned as he slowly pushed it inside her, and she felt like her core temperature went up a hundred degrees as he eased the last inch of himself in.

  “God, does that feel good,” she sighed. She reached up and took his face in her hands. “What’s wrong, Jack?”

  “Nothing,” he gasped as he slowly pulled himself out, leaving only the tip of his penis still inside her. “It’s just…so incredible that you want me. I never thought…” He shrugged, at a loss for words.

  “I never dreamed of anything like this, either,” she told him softly. She grabbed his waist, digging into his skin with her perfectly manicured nails as she pulled him closer. “Now stop talking and fuck me.”

  The animal intensity returned to Jack’s eyes as his hands drew her legs up his chest, her calves on each side of his head. He then took hold of her hips and leaned forward slightly. She cried out as his cock went even deeper into her, the head hitting her G spot dead on.

  “Jesus,” she gasped as he began to move his cock in and out of her. He went slow for the first few tentative thrusts. Then he began to fuck her hard and fast. As soon as she felt like she was going to come, he suddenly stopped, backed his cock almost all the way out, and paused…only to ram it in hard and hold it inside her as deep as he could.

  That in itself almost sent her over the edge again. But then he began to pulse his hips, making tiny mini-thrusts. Something about the angle or position must have been perfect, because he did that only half a dozen times before she started to come, and nothing would stop it this time.

  “Now, Jack, now!” she begged as her lower body again began to shudder, and she knew it was going to be another big one.

  With a cry of his own, Jack hammered his cock into her, slamming into her so hard she could feel and hear his balls slapping against her ass.

  Anne watched, fascinated, as the muscles in his chest and arms seemed to ripple, the veins on his face standing out, just before he screamed. With one final, frenzied thrust, he slammed his cock into her as he came, shooting long, hot jets of cum deep into her aching cunt.

  She came with him, her body again convulsing, her vaginal muscles constricting around his cock, as if to squeeze every last drop of cum from it.

  It seemed to last forever, yet couldn’t last long enough. Spent, Jack collapsed on top of her, and she took him in her arms as she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him to her, never wanting his cock to slip from inside her.

  Jack was shivering, and it took her a moment to realize that the wetness she felt on her shoulder was more than her own sweat: her skin was wet with his tears.

  “It’s okay,” she murmured, holding him tighter as tears welled in her own eyes.

  “I’ve never done anything like that before,” he whispered hoarsely, “except in my mind.”

  She giggled. “Don’t tell me you’re a virgin!”

  He shook his head, stifling a laugh. “I’m not a virgin, but let’s say most of my experience is, ah, virtual.”

  Drawing him down, she kissed him long and hard before looking him in the eye. “You were incredible. I’ve never…” She shook her head, at a loss for words. “I’ve never had a man make love to me like that before.” She gave him a wicked smile. “But I wouldn’t mind making it a habit.”

  At that, Jack laughed. “Well, it’s definitely going to complicate things here in the office. I don’t think I’ll be able to even look at you now without getting hard as a rock. Imagine Bob’s expression when he finds out about us…what’s wrong?”

  The mention of Bob’s expression — the thought of the partners finding out she was having an affair with someone else in the office — sent a spear of ice through Anne’s gut. “Oh, God,” she whispered. With more than a twinge of regret, she pushed Jack away and sat up, her body still trembling from the orgasmic workout he’d given her.

  “What is it?”

  All she felt when she looked at Jack’s confused face was guilt…guilt and regret. “There can’t be any us, Jack. I’m sorry, but there just can’t. I don’t know what I was thinking when I came on to you. Shit.” She bent down to retrieve the blanket and covered herself with it, feeling like a complete fool and a fake as Jack stood there staring at her in disbelief, his cock still glistening with their
mixed cum. “Get some clothes on.”

  “No,” he said, reaching out and grabbing her arm, “I’m not doing a goddamn thing until you explain to me what the hell is going on.”

  Angrily shaking off his hand, she turned on him. “Do you know how hard I’ve worked to get to where I am in this business? What I’ve had to do? What I’ve had to sacrifice? If Bob or any of the other partners found out I was having an affair in the office, I could kiss goodbye any chance I had at a partnership of my own.”

  Jack gave her an incredulous look. “But half of them have had affairs with someone else here!”

  She took a step toward him, her neck reddening with anger. “Yes, but they’re men. If they want to bang somebody, that’s okay because they’re in charge. They make the rules. There are two standards here, or haven’t you noticed?” She turned away. “No, of course you haven’t. What was I thinking.”

  “Yes,” he countered, “I have noticed. I know that Kevin fucked up the Rockwell contract, tried to dump it on you so you’d take the blame, and then took the credit after you salvaged it.” Anne whirled around, her mouth open in astonishment. Jack stepped closer. “I know that you had to sleep with Brett to clinch your last promotion, even though your profit margin for the previous two quarters were higher than anyone else’s by at least fifteen percent, and Brett’s the Equal Employment Opportunity rep.” Her mouth opened wider. “And I know that you were passed up three times for your first promotion, even though you brought in more clients in half the time than the people who got those promotions.”

  “How the hell do you know all that?”

  He laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound. It was bitter, laced with irony. “Because I’m invisible, Anne. People talk around me like aristocrats talk around servants, like they’re no more than marble statues. While I crawl around under their desks or fix some stupid mistake they’ve made, they talk. They brag to one another, they’re on the phone with their wives and mistresses, they come on to the women in the office, who also talk, by the way. But they don’t talk when they think anyone who counts is listening, and I’ve never counted.”