by Whitney D.
“Your place is really beautiful. You must be able to see all of Charleston and the coast from up here.”
I almost didn't get out the last few words before he had me pinned against the wall.
“Look Kate, we both know I didn't bring you here for a view of the city.”
Both of his hands were plastered to the wall on either side of my head. I looked down at my shoes not really sure what was about to happen. He took one finger from his right hand and pulled my chin up to look him in the eyes. I sucked my bottom lip in and bit it nervously. His lips were on me in an instant. He took my arms and pinned them above my head. His kiss was fierce and I was on fire. He pressed his hard body into mine and I could feel the length of his erection through his dark wash jeans. He continued to hold my hands above my head with one hand. The other hand went to the back of my waist and pulled me into him, his cock pressed harder against my core. He moved to kiss my neck. I moaned his name. When he moved down my neck to kiss my collarbone, he slowly peeled the tiny green strap of my dress off of my shoulder and laid kisses along my skin there. When he finally released my hands from above my head, I pushed forward and reached behind to unzip my dress. My green dress fell immediately to a pool of crumpled fabric at my feet. I wasn't wearing a bra and by the look on his face, he seemed pleased with that. Bellamy's hand grabbed viciously at my throat, like he was staking his claim on me. His other hand palmed one full breast. My nipples peaked and were begging for his mouth. He dipped down at that moment and took one taut nipple into his mouth. He sucked and pulled the tiny pink bud coarsely between his teeth.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he mumbled as he continued to suck and tease my nipples.
I ran my fingers through his hair. As I tugged at his shirt, he let go of me only for a moment to rip it from his body. He took my head with both hands and kissed me sensually. My hand went to his cock. I rubbed the long length of it up and down through his jeans. He continued to kiss me, the back of his left hand rubbed smoothly and slowly down my stomach. He ran his finger along the waist of my panties. Almost like he was asking my permission.
“Touch me Bellamy,” I panted into his mouth as we continued to kiss.
He slowly dipped his fingers into my panties. I almost came right then. He rubbed my clit in slow circles that drove me crazy. He dipped lower and inserted a finger, and then another as his thumb continued to rub my clit.
“You're so wet for me Kate.” He withdrew his fingers as quickly as he had put them into me. I almost protested. Then he pulled away. What is he doing? NO! Don't stop! He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them slowly. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed.
“Mmm and you taste so fucking delicious too.”
My hands went to his belt. I had to taste him. I undid his belt and ripped it from the belt loops. I tossed it and the buckle made a loud clanking noise when it hit the floor. I fell to my knees and slowly unzipped his jeans. He looked down at me as I looked up, his eyes were filled with desire. He bit his lip as I reached in and sprung his cock free from his jeans. His cock was smooth, thick, and enormous. It was probably the largest dick I had ever seen. I got a little nervous thinking about it being inside of me. Would it fit? Would it hurt? I ran my hand up and down the shaft a few times and laid one kiss on the head. Then I took him into my mouth. I wasn't sure I would be able to take it all the way in, but I did. When he hit the back of my throat, he groaned in pleasure. He grabbed my hair in a tight fist near the nape of my neck. Usually it was a complete turn-off for a guy to fuck your mouth. But he began doing it in such a sensual way that it was a total turn-on, I started to moan at how wet he was making me.
“Do you like that? Do you like me fucking your pretty little mouth Kate?”
“Mmmmm,” was all I managed as a response.
“Ohhh fuck, your mouth feels so good,” he mumbled as he continued to ram his giant cock in and out of my mouth.
I could feel him growing harder. He was close to coming. He pulled me off of him abruptly and released my hair.
I stood before him. He ran the back of his hand up and down by upper arm. I looked down for just a moment and he tucked a piece of stray hair behind my right ear. Suddenly he bent and threw me over his shoulder. I giggled and he smacked my ass hard. I screamed in delight. He strode across his sprawling condo in the pitch black dark. He entered a room in the back of the condo and I lifted my head to look around. We were in a bedroom. A massive four-post dark wood bed was against the back wall. The wall to the left was floor to ceiling windows that ran the entire length of the room. On the other side of the glass appeared to be a huge terrace. The door was propped open slightly and the sheer white curtains were blowing in tune with the breeze. He lifted me off his shoulders and laid me on the bed. I propped myself up on only my elbows. His hand went to his cock. He stroked it up and down painfully slow. I licked my swollen lips as I watched and his eyes refused to tear away from mine. He stepped forward towards me on the bed. With his other hand he slowly pushed my panties to the side and buried one finger into my wet heat. My head fell back. The pad of his thumb grazed my clit. He inserted another finger. He plunged his fingers in and out slowly. He began to increase the pressure of his thumb on my clit.
“Bellamy, please.”
He withdrew his fingers, but this time I grabbed his hand, brought his fingers to my mouth, and sucked them long and hard. His mouth fell open in surprise. I gave him a quick wink.
The bed dipped as he climbed onto it. He was sitting up on his knees, I was laid flat on my back. He bent over me and kissed me eagerly. He trailed long kisses from my mouth, to my chin, then down further to my breasts. He grasped my breast in his palm and squeezed it. When he pinched my nipple hard, I yelped out in a pleasuring pain. His mouth latched on to my nipple and he sucked as he ran his tongue roughly over the hard bud. I tugged at his hair as I arched my head back. He moved and gave the other breast the same intense attention. Then he continued his trail of tiny nips with his teeth combined with small kisses down along my stomach. He paused for a moment when he reached my panty line. He gently pulled my panties down my legs before tossing them across the room. His lips brushed down my upper thigh. I could feel his breath hot against my pussy. He ran his tongue slowly up and down against my clit and I moaned in delight. I bent my legs at the knees and placed my feet flat against the bed on either side of his head. His fingers played with my clit teasingly while his tongue pressed into me, scorching every nerve I had.
“Bellamy I'm close. I am so fucking close. Oh my God, Bellamy. Please..... please don't stop,” I panted.
He looked up at me just for a moment to watch me beg him to make me come.
“I'm not going to stop.”
Then his wet tongue went back roughly licking at my clit, as his fingers probed in and out of me forcefully.
My orgasm came quickly as I began to clench around his fingers. His mouth feasted on my cunt as I rode out the waves of pleasure. As I came down from the euphoric high, I began to burn inside for more. I wanted his cock inside of me.
I threw my arms above my head and stretched. I looked over at the night stand. 2:12 AM. It was late. I could not stay here. That would break every rule in my book. I looked back to Bellamy and he was propped up on his elbows. His mouth was inches from my pussy.
He gave me his panty dropping smile. Then he crawled up to me so that we were face to face. I think I may have stopped breathing at that moment. A second later, his mouth crashed down onto mine. I could taste my desire on his lips and it turned me on. His erection pressed firmly against my thigh. I wanted him inside of me so badly that I pushed my hips up a little bit as an invitation of sorts.
“Fuck me Bellamy, please....”
He leaned across the bed, pulled the drawer out from his nightstand and grabbed a condom. I watched mesmerized as he tore the packet open and slid the thin rubber down his rock hard length. He positioned himself between my wide open legs. His hand guided his cock towards my wet
entrance. He paused briefly and then his cock slammed into me, my pussy devoured every inch of it. His cock was so hard and thick I screamed in pleasure.
“Mmmm your cunt is so fucking tight.” His head fell back slightly as he groaned. His hands went to my hips as he used them to pull me over and over again onto his cock.
“Fuck me harder Bellamy. Your cock feels so good. Mmmm oh yes, please fuck me harder.”
He picked up his pace and pounded into me harder and quicker. His cock felt so good buried deep inside of me. My body felt like it was tingling with electricity.
“Let me ride you,” I demanded.
His eyes shot to mine as he seemed surprised by my forwardness. He leaned back and pulled me on top of him in one quick motion. I rode him up and down. His hands stayed glued to at my hips. My long blonde hair tickled my breasts and my clit rubbed wildly against his pelvis.
No words were spoken. It was a ravenous moment where we were both greedy as we took pleasure from each others bodies. Our eyes locked onto one another. As Bellamy's fingers dug into my sides, my hands rested gently on his forearms I ran my tongue along my lips as I was close to coming again. Bellamy was on the verge too. I could feel his muscles tense as I picked up my pace. I threw my head back as I came undone from my orgasm. Bellamy's orgasm followed. He pulled me up and down on his cock carnally as he came deep inside of me. I could feel the pulsating of his large length and it only intensified my orgasm. As I came down from my orgasm, I laid my chest flat against his, still trying to catch my breath. The back of his hands played gently up and down my back. I was getting tired and I really needed to leave before things got weird. I was about to tell him it was time for me to go when he said, “Stay with me tonight.”
I sighed. I knew I couldn't stay. I just nodded, but I knew as soon as he fell asleep I would leave. It would make the whole situation much easier and a lot less awkward. I climbed off of him and laid my head on the pillow next to him. He pulled the sheets over me and then he peeled the come filled condom from his delicious body and tossed it in the trash can next to the bed. We laid there in the dark in complete silence for a long while. He wrapped his arms around me and spooned me. My ass pressed firmly into his lower stomach. Our bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces. It was a little weird that this guy wanted to cuddle after fucking me. I should've pulled away, but I didn't. It felt nice, so I just laid there and let him hold me. It was then that I realized that I was breaking every rule in my book tonight.
“Watching you come was the hottest thing I have ever seen,” he murmured into my ear.
It was a little mean, but I acted like I was sleeping. I didn't want to give him any more false hope about what just happened or the potential of anything else happening in the future. I glanced at the clock again. 2:53 AM.
I waited about twenty minutes. I could tell his breathing had slowed. I gently peeled his arms from around me and got out of the bed. I tried my best to find my clothes in the darkness without waking Bellamy. I couldn't find my panties and I figured I better get out of there in case he woke up. I threw my dress on and carried my boots. I was worried that the noise they would make on his dark wood floors would echo and wake him. I got into the elevator and pushed the button for the ground floor. Once the doors opened on the bottom floor, I grabbed my phone and called for a cab.
The cab arrived within ten minutes. I asked the driver to take me to my car back at The Bull. I got in my car and then headed back to my place. When I got home, I fell back onto my bed as I thought about what had happened tonight. Bellamy was by far, the hottest guy I had ever been with. He was an ace in bed and the way he talked dirty to me made me wet again just thinking about it. And then him asking me to stay and cuddling with me. I am not sure what he thought was going to happen between us, but no substantial relationship ever began with hooking up on the night you met. What happened between me and Bellamy sure would give me some interesting things to fantasize about the next thousand times I masturbated. At the rate I kept thinking about him fucking me, my vibrator would probably get a work out first thing in the morning. I eventually dozed off, but my dreams were filled with Bellamy fucking me, going down on me, and owning every piece of me.
Chapter Five
The next morning I skipped my run because I didn't wake up until after 10:00. I thought I would probably start packing, but in the end, laziness won and I decided to put it off again. Even though I wanted to spend my time with Bellamy on my mind and my vibrator in hand, I ended up grabbing the paper and heading to the corner coffee shop. I ate my pumpkin muffin and sipped my hazelnut latte as I skimmed the employment section yet again. As usual, nothing really stood out. I laid the paper down, annoyed at this situation I was in. I people watched for a bit. When I finished my muffin, I grabbed my coffee and the paper to head back to my apartment. It was then that my eye caught it at the very bottom of the employment section:
DRAKE DYNAMICS
An advertising and marketing firm
seeks Chief Financial Officer.
Competitive salary, benefits, paid vacation.
Apply at http://www.drakedynamicsfirm.com.
My apartment was a quick ten minute walk from the coffee shop and by the time I had gotten home, I had decided it was worth a shot. I went onto the Drake Dynamics website and applied for the job. I attached my resume and several letters of recommendation from some of my professors at Yale. The rest of the day I spent cleaning and throwing out old stuff I knew would be a waste to move when I moved home in a few weeks. The next few days flew by. I ran, I slept, I wallowed over moving home, I may or may not have drank six bottles of wine all by myself.
On Thursday everything changed. At 9:00 in the morning the Human Resource office at Drake Dynamics called to set up an interview for the CFO job I had applied for. I was a bit shocked I even got an interview, but I certainly didn't think I really had a shot. They set up the interview for Monday morning at 10:00. I would be meeting with Turner Drake, the Vice President of Operations. I thanked the Human Resource employee and hung up. I was ecstatic. I called Brooke to see if she wanted to meet for lunch and do a little shopping on Saturday so I could buy a new outfit for my interview. Sure, I already had plenty of business outfits, but this job was a notch higher than any thing else that I had applied for. I had to bring it my A game and part of that would include being dressed to kill. Brooke met me for lunch at our favorite little Italian bistro called Rocco's that was downtown. We met at 11:00 and we both ordered the caprese salad and pasta fagioli. We had a nice chat. She mostly complained about Jay cheating on her even though it had happened months ago. It was still on her mind and she was still angry. She had every right to be. I listened to her and told her how horrible he was, like any good friend should have done. Then the conversation turned to me.
“So who was that guy the other night at The Bull?”
What was I supposed to say? I had made it out to them like I knew him, but I didn't.
“Oh um Bellamy... he's just a guy I had met and we happened to bump into each other again the other night.”
“Well girl, he was gorgeous. Don't let that one go,” she mused.
“Yeah well we're still getting to know each other, so who knows,” I shrugged.
I changed the subject after that. I didn't exactly lie to her. I just bent the truth a little bit. After lunch we headed to the mall. I bought a gorgeous charcoal grey skirt suit that I decided I'd wear with the sheer white high-collared ruffled blouse I bought for the first interview I had a the end of the summer. The skirt hit right above my knee.
The rest of the weekend was pretty uneventful. I practiced interview questions I had been asked during other job interviews and I started to pack. This job at Drake really was my last hope. My rent was due in a week and if I didn't land this job, I would have no other choice but to move home. A lot was riding on me getting this job. Sunday I called Rachel to tell her I had gotten an interview at Drake.
“Hello?”
“Hey Rach,
how have you been?”
“Doing good, packing mostly. Who knew packing was such a pain in the ass? I will be so glad when we lay some roots down there in Charleston because I do not plan on having to pack or move again for a very long time,” she joked.
“I'm good. I was actually calling because I wanted to tell you that I was having to move home to live with my parents for a while. I was hoping one of the jobs I had applied for would pan out and I would land a job so I wouldn't have to do that, but so far nothing has worked out. I am really sorry. I know you were so excited about moving back here so we could hang out all the time. But, well.... I applied for that position at Drake Dynamics and I got an interview. So that's really my last shot. If it doesn't work out, I will be moving home soon.”
“Oh my gosh! Really? Well let's hope it works out so you don't have to move back home. I need you here. I have an entire wedding to plan. You have to be here to help me with that! So when's your interview?”
“Tomorrow morning. I went out and bought a new skirt suit to wear yesterday. This has to work out. But honestly, I am not holding my breath. I have no real work experience being a CFO and what I did during my internships was such a fraction of what a job like this would entail that I would either have to be the only person to have applied for the job or just get super lucky.”
“Maybe you'll get lucky. Stranger things have happened.... And Kate, really you are very smart we both know that. They'd be stupid not to hire you.”
“Thanks, I hope you're right. I'll call you tomorrow to let you know how it goes.”
“Okay, good luck!” she hung up.
That night I did my normal pre-interview routine. I took a long hot bath, shaved my legs, ironed my outfit, and painted my nails. I went to bed early because even though my interview wasn't until 10:00 the next morning, I planned to get up early for a jog to burn some stress and then give myself plenty of time to get ready. I ran four miles and then came home and took a quick shower. I blow dried my hair and then pinned it up and out of my face. I tried to pull off the office sophistication as best I could. I put on my skirt suit and ended up wearing my red heels. It was a nice classic pop of color to my grey and white wardrobe. I wore just a bit of makeup, some mascara and a little bronzer. I ended up wearing red lipstick as it kind of tied my whole look together since I was wearing red shoes. I wore the pearl earrings my mom gave me as a graduation present when I graduated from Carolina. I took one last glance in the mirror before I left.