by C. A. Bell
All of a sudden, my view went from the floor to the ceiling as he threw me down on the bed.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” He winked as he stood at the foot of the bed, grinning.
“My hose? I don’t have a hose. More a hydrant.”
“Oh, I’d love to know what that means.”
“It means if you work it right, it’s sure to squirt.”
I threw my head back and laughed at my poor line, but he seemed to enjoy it because he was now between my legs, slipping my underwear to one side. My giggling turned into a murmur of approval as he placed his tongue against my pussy and started lapping. I gripped the sheets. His tongue was amazing—rough and dry, but smooth at the same time. The contrast of his coarse taste buds and silky saliva sent my body into overdrive as he stroked across my clit. I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair as he sucked my swollen nub into his mouth and began to flick it with the tip of his killer tongue. I bucked my hips at the sensation and pushed his head harder against me. He moaned, sending vibrations through my pussy. My body stiffened. Oh hell no. I was close already and I hadn’t had him inside me yet. This was not good. I loved oral, but if I came before he’d rocked his cock inside me it would take the edge off, and I didn’t want that. I wanted every nerve on high alert and salivating. I pulled him back by his hair until his eyes met mine.
“Fuck me.”
Within seconds, he was standing and fumbling out of his expensive clothes. I grinned as I watched him stumble out of his socks and hooked my fingers underneath my thong straps before pulling them off and throwing them on the floor.
Max Harper
After rolling a rubber on, I climbed up the bed and settled between her legs before pressing the head of my cock against her opening. This was it. The moment I loved most of all during sex, other than the obvious happy ending. But the first penetration, feeling a woman’s body stretch and engulf you, was just pure orgasmic.
I pushed my hips forward and slowly sank in. Her inner muscles gripped, then relaxed, allowing me to slide right in. My balls tightened as her warmth surrounded me.
“Fuck.” She tilted her head back into the pillow, exposing her neck.
I moved down and placed my tongue in the hollow before licking up to her chin.
“Oh, fuck, that’s sexy. Do it again.”
I obliged, tasting her salty skin as my hip rhythm increased in speed.
Pushing myself up on my toned arms, I gazed down and watched her tits almost bounce right off of her chest with every thrust of my hips. God, she was sexy as shit with one of the most stunning bodies I had ever seen.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down before rolling me onto my back and taking the dominant position. Her nails sunk into my chest and her silkiness slid up and down my rock hard shaft. I reached for her tits and squeezed, my cock twitching, begging for me to allow it release. I glanced around the room, needing something to take my mind off of her sex before I came like a train. I noticed a chair in the corner of the room and my mind instantly replayed my fantasy from earlier. Jasmine on the bed with Brooke between her legs. My dick pulsed.
Oh fuck. No, no, no.
Brooke Knight
He crawled between my legs and settled against the mattress before he forced his thick shaft inside me. It felt amazing. He wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t small by any means. Just the right width and length to leave a girl feeling bruised the next day.
“Fuck.” I tilted my head back.
His tongue slithered up my neck, forcing my clit to pulse.
“Oh fuck, that’s sexy. Do it again.”
He did, sparking my clit into another spasm of need. That was it. I had to ride this son of a bitch until his balls were blue and so was my face. I needed to feel him in my stomach.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him down, tightened my stomach muscles and rolled him over, his cock still inside me. Sinking my nails into his firm chest, I began to fuck him silly, rising and falling as fast as my little body would allow. He reached up and grabbed my tits firmly before squishing them in his huge hands.
My mind ran wild. I was close to coming. Images of past lovers and wild sex invaded my mind, pushing me closer to my peak. Then Jasmine was there, naked, her hands on my tits as she rushed me against the office wall before shoving her hand between my legs as she kicked my legs apart. My core tightened. Oh fuck.
Max Harper
No, no, no.
I pulsed again, and that was it. It was all over. What the actual fuck just happened, I hadn’t a clue. I had never in my life been a two-minute wonder.
“Oh, oh, fuck! Yes!”
Apparently it wasn’t a problem for her. She threw her head back, arched her back, stuck her breasts out and squeezed around my cock as a bout of warm liquid covered my shaft. The inadequate feeling that had consumed me slowly faded. At least she’d got hers while I was still hard.
Her body shook and her movements slowed to a stop as her orgasm faded. She opened her eyes and looked down at me with a huge sexy grin before slowly rising, holding the base of my cock so the rubber remained. As she fell to the bed beside me, my semi erect cock slapped against my stomach.
I stared at the ceiling feeling uncomfortable. What was I supposed to say? Sorry? She must have thought I was a crap shag. Oh God. The reality of who she was hit me. She wasn’t going to write me up as one of London’s worst shags, was she? Oh fuck me, I could just see it now… Exclusive! Max Harper: London’s most ineligible bachelor with a three-minute threshold.
I swallowed. My dick had just let me down big time.
“That was hot,” she panted, hand on her chest.
It was, but was she for real?
“Yeah?”
“Fuck, yeah. Quick, but my God, intense.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Mhm… I’d rather an intense quickie than a boring, slow session. Wouldn’t you?”
She had a point. “Every time.”
Rolling round onto her belly and resting her head on her hands, she smiled at me. “And that was only round one, right?”
I grinned. She wasn’t going to kick me out of bed.
“Round one of many.” I winked.
The Morning After
Brooke Knight
I fell back onto the bed gasping for air. Three rounds in and we were still going strong. Tonight had been so much fun.
In between sessions we’d recuperated downstairs with Doritos and more alcohol before ravishing each other on the kitchen work surface, sofa, coffee table, floor, banisters, and bed.
He dropped down on the bed next to me. “Holy fuck.”
I grinned and wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. “Mmm.”
He pushed him arm underneath my neck and I moved in and rested against his sticky chest.
“Ready for round five?” I joked.
“Jesus. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?
I laughed and snuggled in, my eyes closing involuntarily as I fought to keep them open.
****
I sat up instantly, squinting and holding my head. I felt like crap. A buzzing noise had broken into my sleep and scared the shit out of me. I reached out, shielding my eyes with my hand, and turned my phone to silent. The bed moved. I twisted my neck—big feet, hairy legs, holy shit. Reality hit.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. He’s still here.
I squinted at the time on my iPhone—6:30.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. What the hell am I supposed to do?
I was completely lost. I didn’t do mornings after, ever. I always left or told them to. What the bloody hell was I thinking not getting rid last night?
I chewed my lower lip, trying to concoct a plan. I had two options: wake him up and tell him to leave, or sneak about, get ready, leave, and tell Greta to deal with him.
I’d go with the latter and be a coward. At least that way there would be no awkwardness and we’d remember each oth
er for the hot sex and not the morning breath and puffy eyes.
“Morning.”
Oh God, too late.
I forced a smile. “Hey.”
“What time is it?” he asked, stretching out on the bed, fully erect.
I looked away and grabbed a pillow, hugging it against my belly to cover my nakedness. “Umm, six thirty.”
I remained looking the other way. Yes, I’d seen it all before and all that, but it felt wrong now. We weren’t in the midst of horny need. We were normal, composed human beings.
“I guess I should be heading off then?”
“I have work, otherwise I’d ask you to stay,” I lied.
He kissed me on the shoulder and got up. “Do you mind if I jump in the shower before I go?”
Yes. “No, of course not.”
As I heard him push the door to the en suite open, I looked over and caught a glimpse of his butt before he disappeared. Even in the harsh light of day he was gorgeous. And his arse… I could have torn into it with my teeth like a piece of juicy steak.
I grabbed my outfit for the day, makeup bag, phone, and shoes, and headed for the bathroom across the hall. I hardly ever used that bathroom, but well, I had no choice today.
After a shower, I plaited my hair down one side, and made myself look presentable before heading downstairs for coffee.
Blowing a hole in the froth of my cappuccino, I took a sip. This was still weird. There was a man in my shower. Using my soap. Drying with my towel. I didn’t like it.
I paced the floor, mug in hand, heels clicking against the tiles.
“Good morning.”
I jumped. “Jesus, Greta, don’t do that to me.”
“Sorry.” She picked up the empty glasses from the breakfast bar. “Good night, was it?”
“Yes.” I looked down at my shoes and swiveled on my heel.
“What’s the matter? You seem off.”
Footsteps echoing in the hall forced us both to look towards the kitchen door.
“He’s the matter,” I whispered.
The door opened and in he waltzed in his suit, looking immaculate. Greta’s jaw almost hit the floor.
“Pick it up, Greta,” I joked in a hushed tone.
She looked away, cheeks a little flushed.
“Coffee?”
“Only if you have time.”
I supposed I couldn’t kick him out without a coffee to set him up. “Sure. Latte? Cappuccino? Espresso?”
“Espresso sounds good. I could do with a blast of energy after last night.” He winked.
Greta shot me a smile from across the room as she wiped the side, trying to look busy.
“Coming up.”
I fixed the machine for his chosen drink and turned just in time to see Greta pick up my thong. Flashbacks of Max chasing me down the stairs trying to whip my arse with the fabric invaded my mind.
“Oh shit, Greta.” I walked over and snatched it from her. “I’m sorry. Listen, leave this room to me.”
“Don’t be soft, Brooke. I’ve seen a lot worse, and you know it. I’m no shrinking violet.” She turned to Max. “That’s why she hired me. I’ve got balls. She likes balls.”
He laughed.
“Okay, Greta, time to leave,” I said, ushering her out with a firm push.
I closed the door behind her. “Sorry about that. Now…” I grabbed his coffee. “Here you are.”
“Thanks.”
“Will you be wanting a lift anywhere?” I had to ask. To throw him out without offering would have just been plain rude.
“No, no, that’s fine. I know you’re busy and all. I’ll get a taxi.”
“Sure?”
“Positive.” He knocked the strong drink back and pulled out his phone. “Where are we?”
I gave him the address and listened to him calling a taxi while I quickly cleaned up our mess from last night. It seemed we’d got a little heated in the throes of passion last night. But how the entire contents of my fruit bowl had ended up the other side of the room, I didn’t remember.
“It’ll be here in five, so I’ll go and wait out front.”
“Okay.” I headed towards him.
Now came the tricky bit. Was I supposed to kiss him and say thanks for a great night, or just let him leave?
“Listen, I had a great night.” He beat me to it. “Do you think we can do this again sometime?”
Inside I was running a mile, but on the outside, I smiled and said, “Sure.”
“Can I get your digits?”
I scratched my head. I didn’t want to give him my number. The potential that he might ring out of the blue wanting some fun did not float my boat. And I was certainly no booty call.
I grabbed my phone from the breakfast bar. “Here. Put your number in there and I’ll text you.”
“Is that a brush off?” He frowned.
“Course not.”
“Alright.”
He thumbed in his number and then handed my phone back to me.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He pulled me in by the waist. “Last night was amazing.”
This was uncomfortable. “It was.”
“I’m awful at these kinds of situations, but…”
He moved in and kissed me hard, no tongues. When he withdrew, he smiled. “See you soon.” And with that, he turned on his polished shoes and headed out.
I grinned. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. A coffee, a kiss and a goodbye were perfect.
Max Harper
I took a deep breath as I hit the outside world. I hated the mornings after. I never knew how the hell to deal with them, but that one had gone quite well.
I made my way to the roadside and waited for my cab as I took out a cigar and allowed my mind to recall last night. It had been crazy. After my embarrassing attempt at a shag that lasted mere minutes, I was determined to give her the best time of her life. And I did. We fucked in almost every room on every surface until we were slipping and sliding in our own sweat and juices. It was, as we thought it would be, insanely hot. I even thought at one point I was going to faint. My legs started trembling, my breathing shallowed, and my head went hazy. Lucky for me, that was when she decided to drop to her knees and allow me to just enjoy.
I sparked up my twin flame lighter and lit the cigar. I couldn’t wait to brag about this one at the next cigar tasting. They weren’t going to believe it. Max Harper bedded the hot shot owner of Suave. My ego was bulging.
My taxi pulled up after a couple of minutes. I ditched the cigar and got in before telling him my desired destination. As the car pulled away, I glanced back at her place. It was a beautiful house, grand and sleek just like her. The front door opened and she stepped out before heading to her Bentley where her driver stood holding the door. She really was a powerful, sexy woman. I hoped she’d call soon. Just the thought of having another session like that made me hard. And to have Brooke Knight on my booty call list… well, that would be the icing on the cake. But I had no fear that she wouldn’t call. Everyone, no matter how powerful or involved, always came back for more once they’d had a taste of Max Harper.
The Wank Pot
Brooke Knight
I logged on as soon as I got into the office and went straight for Suave’s website.
EXCLUSIVE - LIES, LIES, LIES! Lennox Grant’s Ex Fiancé, Jasmine Chambers, Tells Her Side of the Story.
I skimmed the article. Surely Lennox had expected this to happen. He must have known that Jasmine wasn’t the type of woman to just sit back and take it. I pondered over his motive, tapping my finger against the mouse. Was this what he wanted? Was he one of those men who loved to be in the spotlight no matter what for? He was certainly splayed across magazines and newspapers on a regular basis. Had this been his plan all along? Just to get on the front cover of Suave? I looked down at the copies still sat on my desk and picked them up before slamming them face down. That prick was on the cover of my magazine. I hated it.
“Morning.” Ava sauntered in with my coffee.
“Morning.”
“How are you?”
“Fine, thank you.”
“Good. Okay, I’ve flagged all of the important emails and I’ll deal with the rest. This story seems to have caused more of a stir then I anticipated.”
I’d been naughty and not checked my emails on the way in. I was absolutely exhausted. The whole journey in I’d just stared at the ceiling, asleep with my eyes open. Apparently shagging all night was starting to take its toll on me.
“What kind of a stir?” I asked.
She widened her eyes at me. “Have you not read your emails?”
“No, not yet. Been busy. Tell me.”
“They’re calling Lennox a sexual predator.”
“Ha. Well,” I shrugged, “he is.”
“Oh, you’ve got an email sitting in your inbox from Lennox’s agent. I haven’t got around to opening it yet, was just about to but the phone rang.”
“Intriguing.”
I instantly grabbed my mouse and found the email on my computer as Ava tidied the papers on my desk.
“Holy fuck. The wank pot.” I turned to Ava, fuming, steam almost whistling through my ears. “Get me Lennox Grant’s people on the phone. Now,” I roared.
“Oh shit. What is it?”
“They’re threatening to sue me for slander. Saying that this could damage his career, and if it does, they are talking about compensation.”
I wasn’t worried about the slander crap they were spewing. That shit never amounted to anything. But compensation…
“I’m on it,” Ava said, hurrying out of the office.
I sat and watched the dashboard, waiting for a light to blink, my heart racing. I was pissed off beyond belief. I was going to make that donkey dick wish he’d never crossed my path. A light flashed and I instantly picked up the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Lennox Grant’s agent is on line two.”
“Grand.”
I took a breath then pressed the button.