by J. L. Beck
I wanted a woman to fall madly in love with Julian Barnes the man, not the entrepreneur or whatever my technical job title was nowadays. They needed to fall in love with my personality, my body, my... You see where I'm going with this, no?
More so, I could tell more than ever that I wanted Cassie to be that woman.
"Would you like to see your bedroom?"
"Oh, you already have one picked out for me?"
"We have plenty of spare rooms. Come."
I took her to her room. It was an extra, and it was currently empty because we didn’t really know what to do with it just yet.
"This is...quite spacious," she noted.
"Yeah. Put some stuff in here, and it'll look cozier. I'll see to it that it's fully furnished and up to the quality of mine."
"The quality of yours, huh?"
"Do you want to see what you can expect, Miss Moore?"
She hesitated a moment. Did she see right through my not-so-subtle suggestions?
If she did, she was fully on board. "Sure, show me."
I led her along. I still couldn't keep my eyes off her. Those thighs, that ass, those breasts...fuck. I just wanted to see more of it. I wanted to see all of it.
On top of that, I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to resist for long.
She followed me along, and I took her to my room, which was quite nice. A pretty good-sized TV, dressers, mirror, a desk with a laptop resting on it, and most importantly, a wonderfully comfortable king-sized bed.
I walked into it and gestured broadly to everything around me. "This is what you have to look forward to."
"Do I now?" She took her time, taking in the sight. "I don't know why you're showing me everything though. It's not my job to wander the place and clean everything. I'm a glorified babysitter, not a maid."
"Indeed you are, and I wouldn't treat you as anything less. No, I'm not showing you this, Cassie, because I want you to get used to cleaning it. Quite the opposite. I want to show you this because I want you to help me make this place very, very dirty."
I heard her swallow as my suggestiveness got more and more obvious by the second.
"I want to you to get familiar with this room. Get familiar with me." I felt like I was moments away from flat out telling her I wanted to fuck her brains out.
With the way she was looking at me, such an upfront approach just may have worked.
The things this girl was doing to me were fucking amazing, and she hadn't even touched me beyond a handshake.
"Are you trying to imply something here, Mr. Julian?"
"Just Julian, if you would."
"Same question. Are you trying to suggest something less than typically professional? Because I'll have you know Children's Organization for Kindness doesn't encourage fraternization between their employees and their clients."
"That depends, Cassie. Are you saying you would turn down such a thing?"
I began to walk around her. She was struggling pretty hard with everything I was throwing at her.
"Truly, I can't help but admit that this might be a case of love at first sight. Or maybe I should be honest with myself. Lust. I didn't expect a girl like you. I expected the furthest thing from it. Then you walk in, and suddenly everything changes."
She trembled nervously. "Is this some sort of shakedown or something? Like where you say I have to blow you to get the job or you'll fire me?"
"Oh, no, perish the thought. I'm sure you'll do a fine job. The biggest threat, of course, is just having you around, your mere presence being a powerful temptation for me. At the end of the day, though, I am a man, not a beast, and I'm perfectly capable of controlling myself."
Cassie let out a long breath. "Thank you, I guess?" She was still absolutely confused by all of this, though.
"No, no. What I'm offering is entirely separate. Personal, not professional. I've seen how you look at me. No, I'm not full of myself enough to think every girl wants me so damned bad. You, though? You want me? Out of the corner of my eye, I see you staring at me in amazement. Looking at my body. Wishing you could see more of me. I can't read your mind, Cassie." I step in front of her, my presence consuming her. "But I don't need to."
"You don't need to?"
"Let me prove how I know you want me. I'm going to do something that if I was any other person, you would run away screaming. You would potentially file a police report, maybe. You're not."
She crossed her arms. She was very much intrigued with where I was going with all this, and frankly? So was I.
"So let's test my theory."
As much bravado as I put out there, I was hoping I wasn't the least bit wrong, because if I was? I was about to look like a gigantic fool.
I pulled off my belt. I undid the button on my pants and I pushed them down, underwear included.
Just seeing her put me at half-erect. My imagination easily took me the rest of the way.
My cock was throbbing hard, pointing at her, aching with need.
"I'm a busy man, Cassie. Let's just say I can't tolerate a long chase. Me serenading you over dinners? No, I want you. You're going to be living in my home, so let's just get it over with."
She was glaring at my cock it as it throbbed her way.
"Do it. Put my cock in your mouth and suck me off, Cassie."
It's pretty obvious what my initial reaction was.
What?
It'd been "What?" ever since I saw him drop his pants.
One part of me wanted to slap him in the face. Where did he get off being so crass about all of this? No man had ever walked up to me and asked—no, commanded me to do something like this.
Yet…
I couldn't just go and make myself do the most rational thing, which was turn around and walk far, far away from this penthouse. File a sexual harassment complaint with the company, hope that'd give me more leeway with keeping me on board.
Ever since I walked into this place, I'd been salivating over him like I had no other man before. His brother, too, which made me feel even more insane.
I wasn't this. I was the good girl. I took my time getting to know people, and I'd have to know a guy at least a month before I would go and fuck them.
Yet I'd barely known this guy an hour and he was demanding I suck his dick.
As insane as it was, there was definitely something sexy about being so brashly assertive to ask for such a thing. He didn't care about customs and traditions; there was something there and he wanted it.
It was a drive that was definitely alluring to me. Power was sexy, I'd always heard, and was this why?
"Well?" he said, still standing tall before me.
I did something incredibly stupid, incredibly foolish.
I dropped to my knees before him.
"Good, good." His smile became even wider, more devious.
He took a step forward. I began to reach out for his cock. I was going through with this. I still couldn't believe it.
"How about you take off your shirt first? You wouldn't want it to get messed up, now would you?"
As odd as it was, he had a point, although I knew he couldn't care less about getting his jizz all over my shirt. I was pretty sure a guy like him would only get harder with the thought.
I pulled my T-shirt over my head and put it off to the side. I was still sitting there in a bra.
Not for long, though.
"Take that off, too. Let's see what's been taunting me so damned much since I've laid eyes on you."
Reaching behind my back, I unhooked the bra and set it to the side as well. I leaned back, looking up at him, letting him get a full view of my chest.
"Fucking amazing. You should get a better bra. I mean, they looked good already, but seeing them like this? They're on a whole new level, my dear Cassie."
Blushing, I shook my head. I didn't dress to seduce my potential bosses. I was a practical girl, yet here I was doing something that was decidedly impractical.
"What are you waiting for then? I asked you
to do something. You should be about doing it."
Nodding, I reached out, touching that throbbing cock which recoiled at contact. I caressed it, getting a feel for it. God, this guy was well equipped. I wondered if his brother was packing as much heat as he was, and I guess since they were identical twins, they ought to be?
God, how greedy of me, thinking of another cock when I had a perfectly good one right in front of my face.
Stroking him. Jerking him. Bringing him closer. Learning him, feeling his balls and how heavy they were. Was I really ready to feel him unleash that down my throat? On my face? What if I took it elsewhere?
He came closer, stroking my hair, urging me to take more of him.
So I did. I kissed the head of his cock, bringing out my tongue to run up and down its throbbing form. I heard him do the masculine version of purring as I slid my tongue down his shaft, coming back up and lashing at him with enthusiasm. Coming to his head, teasing it more. A good blowjob wasn't just about sucking a guy's dick as hard as you could. It was about building anticipation. Desire. Need. You wanted them to want nothing more in the world than to finally come when they got to that point.
I parted my lips ever so slightly as I began to bring him in. Inch by inch, licking and teasing him the whole way. I heard a gasp, a moan, and it only emboldened me to keep going, taking him in deeper. If I was going to give a blowjob to a guy I just met, a guy who was about to become by boss, I decided I definitely wasn't going to half-ass it.
Feeling him throb in my lips, stroking him, urging him. He staggered back to his bed, and I scooted right up to stay on top of him.
"Fuck, I didn't expect you to be so damn good at this.
I could only laugh to myself. I didn't think I was some sort of master cocksucker, but I guess Julian was hardly typical and inspired me to greatness, even if that greatness was in fellatio.
Bobbing up and down on him, I was pushing myself harder, faster to please him. He didn't even promise me anything in return, yet all I could do was anticipate what would come if I did everything just right.
"You're not supposed to be so damn hot and so expert at this at the same time, girl. Don't you know you're supposed to coast on your good looks? Oh, damn." That last part was him reacting to me sucking him particularly hard for a moment.
Little droplets of his seed hit my tongue, almost encouraging me to go after him even stronger. One little taste and I was suddenly inspired to want all of him. I wanted him to empty himself down my throat. I wanted to swallow every last drop.
Julian, though, the curiously devious bastard he was, had other ideas.
He pulled my head off him by the hair. "No. I gotta have you all the way now after that. I'm not wasting this down your throat."
I raised an eyebrow. Not wasting it? What, shooting it all over my back and stomach was considered not wasteful to him?
Wait, he couldn't have considered...? He wasn't that crazy, was he?
"First, though, I need to pace myself. Seeing half of you naked has been heaven, Cassie. Let me see the rest."
I noticed I had been mostly silent since I dropped to my knees. I really didn't know what to say on the matter. So I did what I was told and trusted him to make me not regret this madness.
Standing up, I started to wiggle off my jeans, trying to throw a little sexiness on it, some gyrations as I revealed my ass and thighs. I felt a little but bashful that the panties I was wearing were hardly the sexiest things in the world. After all, I was dressed for comfort and practicality, not to fuck one of a set of two stupidly hot twins.
"Mm, liking more and more I see at the moment."
Shoes, socks, off. I was there only in my panties, and soon enough, those were going down, too. I didn't hate my body, but I didn't think I was extraordinarily sexy either.
Julian, though, was quickly changing my opinion of myself. The way his eyes moved, how he devoured me with them as his cock throbbed harder, watching me. Perhaps I was wrong and I was the sexiest woman on the planet—at least where it truly mattered.
"I just realized this hardly seems fair. I should remedy that."
He started to strip off his shirt, button by button, finishing the job of making himself as naked as I was. When I laid my eyes on him, I suddenly just wanted to repeat everything he said about me back at him. Besides the breasts thing. He had a nice chest, but the adjectives he used weren't the same as the ones I'd use for him.
"Ah, I see you're enjoying the sights, too, Cassie. Don't worry. You'll be able to experience all of me soon enough."
Then, for the first time, he embraced me, brought me close, and kissed me square on the lips.
It dawned on me that I hadn't even kissed this guy and I'd already sucked his cock.
With how he kissed, though? God, it felt worth the wait. Everything about him consumed me, including his lips, his tongue, how those deft hands ran through my hair. How they went down my back, creating gooseflesh no matter where they went. Soon, both hands came down my back, grabbing me by the ass, and hoisted me straight up, carrying me to that massive bed, setting me down, his body covering mine.
Kisses rained down my form, bit by bit. My skin was coming alive. He came to my breasts, found those sensitive tips, and latched onto them, sucking them in and sparking something wonderful in me with it, something strong. Everything about him felt so skilled, so deft. This was a man who had been around the block, yes, but he had been honing his skills, and now I was feeling the result of that training.
More and more down my body, he came to my legs, spreading them apart, kissing me on the nub. I suddenly gasped, the precursor to something that would be truly amazing. His fingers were more than active, too, sliding down my valley, teasing me, and letting me know he was fully invested in making me scream for him.
Suddenly, it became perfectly clear why his brother took their sister out for ice cream.
Julian started slowly at first. Licking me. Tickling me. It was a fire inside that was slowly spreading over my body, pleasantly warming me, but I knew that it would soon rage into an inferno.
I let myself fall back flat, but it wasn't long before I was arching and moaning for him. He held me down, making the feelings inside me all the more chaotic. A suck on the nub, and lightning tore through me. God, when he crassly asked me to suck his cock, I had no idea that it could possibly lead to this.
Gritting my teeth, I grabbed the sheets, tossing and turning as he took me—aching for him. He kept going. Julian was unrelenting. At this point, I knew that there was no way he was going to stop until I was damn near screaming for him.
The thing was, I didn’t think I was that far away from it.
His tongue pumped in and out of me as if it was a thick, powerful cock all its own, and his thumb over my nub rubbed me relentlessly. I struggled against him, but ultimately was thrusting my hips toward him, making my legs wrap around his head. I grabbed that head of hair of his and held on tight—almost too tight. Aside from a playful look, it didn't stop him one bit as he continued to orally assault my poor sex.
It was becoming too much to cope with—too hard to cope with. I was already panting and moaning nonstop, but it would soon be just too much.
An eruption of delight jolted through my entire being and I screamed out for him. I bolted straight up, holding onto him for dear life as the orgasm pulsed through my body, ravaging me, all while he kept going, forcing me to milk everything I could from this thorough tongue-fucking that I possibly could.
The aftershocks hit me, and he slowed down, his gaze still locked firmly on me. "God, you're so fucking beautiful when you come. I'm going to have to make you come a whole lot more because of it."
I wasn't going to protest that. I wasn't going to protest that one bit.
Panting and sweaty, lying naked on his bed, Julian stood tall, his cock still twitching with need for me. Oh God, he was going to fuck me now.
I was simultaneously enthusiastic and horrified. I really shouldn't be fucking a guy I just me
t. Or doing anything that I'd already done with a guy I just met. Was I that weak to a pretty face?
All the same, fuck, I welcomed it. If his fucking was anything like how he used his tongue, I was in for something absolutely wonderful.
My heart pounding, he climbed back on top of me, looking me in the eyes. "You do things to me, Cassie. I have no fucking clue why, but you do."
I felt his cock slide over my nub—my poor, aching nub. Jesus, I was totally at his mercy. Soon, he guided himself in, his cock parting my lips in a way that temporarily made me worry about taking a guy so big, but I knew my body would adapt. Especially for a handsome hunk of man like Julian.
He filled me to the hilt, almost unable to fit. God, though, he felt so good so firmly implanted inside of me, his arms wrapped around my body, holding me close. He waited only briefly before drawing himself out—the friction sending such bliss through me—and coming right back in, adding a dose of wonder.
He repeated this, every little movement being its own little piece of paradise. They started to come at me faster and faster, testing my limits.
I trembled around him as he took me, holding me close. Soon, I was bucking against him, my heart racing as my need for him grew. If just having this guy shoot me a glare was going to turn me into a wanton slut, I should just go all the way and be the biggest slut for him possible—urging him, desiring him, needing him.
I felt those thick, firm muscles under my hands, clawing at them as he sent me through a blissful fit with another penetration. Again and again, he rocked into me, and in turn, rocked my world so damned hard. Soon the pace only increased, and it felt as if he was an actual fucking machine, pistoning in and out of me with his cock, taking my gradual increase of delight and sending me flying upward into a soon gibbering pile of an orgasmic mess.
Even his breathing was growing ragged as he was so wholly consumed by me—kissing me, holding me. Needing me. Driving himself home again and again.
A finger had slithered between us, rubbing me as he fucked me, making sure that I would be coming right when he did.
I was near. He was, too.