by Eva Luxe
“No idea, but it was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Mmm…you’re still kind of hard.” She wiggled around on top of me, and incredibly I felt my cock start to get hard again.
“That feels amazing, but I seriously can’t move yet.”
“Can you move your tongue?”
“Maybe.”
She slid up my body until she was kneeling on either side of my head, then she lowered her pussy onto my face. My cum was still dripping out of her, but she tasted like her own juices too. I found that I could, indeed, move my tongue, but I didn’t have to do much as she ground into my face. I thrust my tongue into her and up and down her labia as much as I could, but she was in control of this.
After a few minutes of me eating her out and her fucking my face, she sat back onto my chest. “I want to come again,” she pouted. She started playing with herself right there in my face. I was fucking mesmerized, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her breath started panting out faster and faster and she pushed her fingers into her clit harder and harder until she made herself come.
Now I was truly hard again, and she was replete and lethargic on top of me. I grasped her hips and rolled her backward, somehow avoiding getting tangled in my pants and shoes, which I kicked off as I rolled on top of her. I slid into her smooth and slow, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her pussy muscles were still contracting around my cock, and I lost control again. I grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head onto the kitchen floor, then bent and took a tit into my mouth. She cried out and arched against me as I thrust and sucked and claimed as much of her as I could get.
I came inside her again and after a long minute of intense thrusting, collapsed on top of her. I rested my head on her chest and dozed off to the feel of her fingers threading gently through my hair.
At some point she murmured something and I woke up…and realized we were lying on the kitchen floor. “Let’s go into the bedroom,” I suggested brilliantly, and that was about as far as my powers of rational thought went. At this point my whole body was nothing but a smugly satisfied cock who was thinking about going another round. The arms and legs and brain simply existed to get the rest of me into fucking position.
“Mmkay,” she murmured drowsily, and it was so fucking cute and sexy that I felt my cock twitch again, even though it was already exactly where it wanted to be—buried deep in her pussy.
“Uh uh.” She pushed against my shoulder. “No more until we’re in a bed. The kitchen floor thing is hot, but it hurts my back.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she said, laughing lightly. “I didn’t even notice until just now.”
“I see. I must have distracted you.” And her nipples were right in front my face, so I moved my head just enough to start sucking one again. How was I supposed to help that? She had the most gorgeous tits I’d ever seen.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Adam, I’m serious. The bed. Please.” Of course, she was pulling my head toward her chest, not away from it.
I laughed. “Yes, ma’am. Just let me get one more—” And I resumed sucking that hot, hard tit.
“Oh, fuck, Adam,” she panted. “Yeah, suck me, baby.”
“No…” I stopped sucking, but when she pressed her tits into my face, it was all I could do not to put them back in my mouth. “You said we had to stop…”
“Not stop,” she objected. “Just…relocate.”
“If you say so…”
I stood, then bent and picked her up in my arms. She was so petite, but strong and muscular. I took her into the bedroom and set her gently on the bed.
“Be right back.” I went into the bathroom, and when I came out, she was on her phone, one hand holding it to her ear, and the other hand idly fondling her clit.
“Sorry to call so late. I decided to stay over at Raina’s, and I didn’t want you to worry…” She laughed a little. “No, I think she had a little too much to drink, so I’m going to make sure she gets to bed okay. She actually has to work tomorrow.”
I couldn’t resist. She was on the phone with her mom. So I planted myself between her thighs, pushed her fingers aside, and started licking her clit.
“Yeah,” she said into the phone as she tried to push my head away. “No, she’s fine. No, I don’t need anything….Oh, that’s okay. She’s got extras—geez, Mom, it’s eleven at night, you don’t have to come over.” She was grasping my hair now, but her voice sounded impressively normal. “No, she has an extra toothbrush. Mom, I’m going to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow… Love you too. Bye.”
“You idiot!” She was laughing out loud but gasping at my ministrations. “What if she’d figured it out?”
“Couldn’t happen.” I look up at her from between her thighs. “You’re too good an actress.”
“Right. Come here.” She raised me to her face and kissed me long and deep. We had so much fun. I was happy with her—not just sexually satisfied, although that couldn’t be discounted, but happy. Kissing was great—amazing—but I bent and resumed my attention to her pussy.
Maybe this needed to be a more permanent arrangement. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing her. Then all introspection came to an abrupt halt as she came softly against my mouth.
Chapter 13 – Chrissy
Are we still on for dinner tonight?
I smiled as I read the text. Are you still cooking for me?
Didn’t I satisfy all your appetites already?
I snorted out a laugh, then was immediately relieved Adam wasn’t here to hear that sound. *Some* of them, I texted back.
You are insatiable, woman.
I rolled over in bed, where I had gone immediately after getting home from Adam’s this morning. Needless to say, I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. And poor Adam hadn’t slept much in two nights, not just one.
No I’m not! Just hungry!
I’ll feed you, baby. LoL.
I sighed. He was so cute. And my body was still sore and felt pleasantly, ecstatically used.
I knew he’d be too busy to talk much today, especially if he was going to avoid that bitch Bianca. A small amount of Facebook stalking had revealed that she was a lot more gorgeous than I was comfortable with. She had this crazy curly hair and looked like a gypsy or something exotic. I’ve been pretty confident in my looks since I was about 14, but looking at her pictures I felt…boring, I guess.
But I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Adam didn’t think I was boring. So even though it stung that she got to see him all day and I didn’t, I knew who Adam was focusing all that hot sexual energy on. Not her, that was for sure.
I was supposed to meet Adam at 6 at his condo, so at 5:30 I headed downstairs. I wore a cute pair of pink Capris and an off-the-shoulder white t-shirt. I wanted to look good, but we were going to be casual at his house, and I also wanted to be comfortable.
“Bye, Mom,” I shouted on my way out the door. “I might be late.”
“Keep me informed!” my mom shouted as I closed the door. My mom was so cute—I was 21 but she still worried about me.
Friday traffic was a bitch, but I got to the condo in pretty good time. I knocked on the door, and Adam met me, dressed in jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt. Damn, he had a fine upper body. He reached inside the door and pulled out a basket.
“I thought we could go on a picnic.”
I stood on my toes to kiss him. Could anything be more romantic? I sighed against his lips. “Sounds amazing.”
We got in his car and just chatted, about our days and our memories, as he drove out of town. I didn’t know where he was taking us, but it didn’t matter. It was so…nice. I was content, and low-key buzzing with anticipation. I hadn’t forgotten a moment of the night before.
He finally drove up an incline and stopped us at an overlook. LA was far in the distance, and in the other direction, desert as far as we could see. It was still light out, but the light had that end-of-the-day
quality, and it wasn’t as brutally hot as it often gets in the city. In fact, there was a warm breeze blowing that kept things from being uncomfortable.
Adam spread out a blanket—which looked so new it still had creases in it from the package—and gestured me onto it. I sat down, and he sat next to me, but he didn’t immediately unpack the basket. He reached out and held my hand for a few minutes. I rested my head on his shoulder and we both looked out over the desert together for a little while.
“This is nice,” I said after a few minutes. “But I’m starving. What did you bring us?”
“You’ll love this,” he said, reaching for the basket. “We are extremely fancy this evening.”
He pulled out a bottle of wine and a few plastic wine glasses. “That is fancy!” I laughed at his serious expression. “Did you do all this yourself?”
“Um…” He looked at me sheepishly from under his lashes. “I know I said I’d cook for you—and I will, I swear—but I got done at the worksite a lot later than I’d hoped, so I stopped and got this stuff. Are you mad?”
“Mad?” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yes, furious. Enraged. Don’t I look it?” I kissed him on the cheek. “So what did you get?”
He pulled out some gourmet sandwiches and fancy chips—much fancier than anything I could afford on a college student’s budget. There was some kind of veggie salad and these layered pink pastries for dessert. There was way too much food here for just two people, though.
“I didn’t know what you liked,” he said apologetically. “I didn’t think you were a vegetarian, but this is LA, so if you are, here’s some of the salad and—” He had to stop talking while I kissed him on the mouth. “What was that for?”
“You got all this extra food just in case I might be a vegetarian? You seriously have to be the best boyfriend in the world.” I gasped and clapped a hand over my mouth. “Not that you’re….I mean…I’m not assuming—”
“Hush.” He kissed me. “It’s okay. It’s more than okay. I want to be your boyfriend, Chrissy. I don’t want to be with anyone else, okay?”
I looked up into those gorgeous eyes. He held my gaze steadily, letting me read whatever I needed to there.
“Really?” I whispered. “I’m not very good at this. I usually get tired of people after a few dates, but I’m not tired of you. I really like being with you.”
“Really.” He laughed softly. “I’m not tired of you, either. So, let’s eat.”
I ignored the tears that came to my eyes. I didn’t know why “I’m not tired of you” should make me so emotional, but it did. “I’m not a vegetarian,” I said, grabbing a sandwich that obviously had meat hanging out of it. “But I do like grass-fed and organic food when I can get it. So, you get the sprouts, Gardner.”
“Not me,” he said, pulling out another sandwich. “I held this one back. Chicken bacon ranch, baby. Chicken. Bacon. Ranch.”
“Ooh, that sounds good!” I said. “Get me that next time.”
“No problem.” He pulled half of his chicken bacon ranch sandwich off and put it on my plate, then took half of my sandwich onto his. I was so touched I got weepy again.
We ate in silence, enjoying the view of the dessert in the approaching twilight. After he’d downed half his sandwich, Adam asked, “So, if you’re my girlfriend, what about your parents?”
“What about them?”
“Shouldn’t they know about us?”
I hesitated. “For the most part, I keep my private life away from my parents. They like to pretend that I’m still the innocent little girl that I was ten years ago. But I don’t think that’s our biggest problem. Do you?”
“No, I guess not.” He sighed and tossed down his sandwich. “What do you think your dad would do if he found out I’m dating you?”
“Well…he’ll try yelling at me first,” I said. “When that doesn’t work, he’ll threaten you, but he’s all bluster. I mean, can he really fire you? Don’t you have a contract or something?”
He thought about it for a second, “Yeah, but he can still make it hard for me. I don’t want to end my career before it’s even begun.”
“So what do you want to do?”
“I want to take out a billboard on Hollywood Boulevard saying that Chrissy Monroe agreed to be my girlfriend.” He laughed and kissed me. “But maybe we should wait a little while so I can figure it out.”
I shrugged. “I’m okay with that. I don’t want you to lose your job. I mean, who would buy me gourmet sandwiches?”
But while I was touched by his billboard comment, I was a little hurt that he wasn’t willing to brave my father’s wrath and let him know I was dating him. I mean, it had been a long time since I had asked my father’s permission to date anyone. And I wasn’t sure I believed that my dad could really run him out for such a personal reason. Besides, what could my dad have against Adam, anyway? He was basically my dad’s heir apparent, since Jack and I weren’t interested in the business. Really, what could be better than him dating me?
On the bright side, he brought me wine and pastries, so there was that.
Chapter 14 – Adam
I told you that I wasn’t engaged to Bianca, right? She’s a crazy bitch and needs to stay away from everyone, especially me.
It took Jack almost a day to answer my message. I tried to be patient; I mean, he was out in the Pacific with nothing but intermittent satellite access, so I couldn’t expect him to answer right away. But it was hard to wait. I had a lot I had to deal with, and I really felt like I had to have this conversation with Jack first.
Yeah, you told me.
I glanced up, making sure neither Gary nor Bianca were standing in my office doorway. I had just been feeling bad vibes all around—Bianca had been walking around looking smug for days, and Gary had been “forgetting” to tell me important things, like when meetings were changed. Things were just weird, but if Gary knew about me and Chrissy, he hadn’t said anything about it to me, or to Chrissy. And I was positive that he would.
So, are we cool then, bro? I mean, you know I wasn’t fucking around on anyone, right? You said you thought I was a good guy—is that still true? I need to know, because I have more shit to dump on you!
I knew it might be a minute, or it might be a day or more, before he got back to me, so I pulled out my files for a project I was just beginning. The Monroe bid, which I had pulled together, had been accepted, and since it was a government contract, it actually helped us that Bianca was considered an executive. One of the other execs was Hispanic, so we had a pretty good women and minority ratio.
Still, if it were up to me, we would scope out the grad schools and hire more young execs, or at least managers, with diverse backgrounds. I could think of a few from grad school who would do great work and shake things up around here—which was the opposite of what Gary wanted. Gary was a strong leader, but he was old school, and wasn’t thinking about trends, globalization, or the impact of technology.
Oh well, it was his company.
Yeah, we’re cool. Sorry. I had some residual anger over what I thought you’d done, but I’m over it. So, have at it, bro. Dump the shit.
I laughed. It felt good to be back on even ground with Jack. I was crazy about Chrissy, but Jack had been my best friend since we were kids.
I would just have to wait to figure out what I meant by crazy about. I just knew that our current situation was becoming less and less workable. I wanted something more. I didn’t know what, but something.
I’m dating Chrissy, and your parents don’t know.
The pause before he answered was so long that I figured they must be out of satellite range. I sighed and gathered my paperwork together. I had to file copies of the bid and contract with legal and HR, and bring the list of approved subcontractors with me to the meeting with the project manager from the county, plus hard copies of the tax documents I’d already faxed to prove we were an honest company, not shafting shareholders, not selling our secrets to the Russians, etc.
/> I checked in with Elaine on the way out the door. “Tell the boss I’m headed over to the county to turn in all the paperwork on the new justice center. I don’t know how long it will take, but it’s the government, so probably a lot longer than it needs to.”
She laughed and promised to pass on the message.
An hour later, nobody was laughing.
“Look.” I shoved a hand through my hair. “I had the same paperwork from Accounting that you do, and I didn’t see any discrepancies.”
“I know what you’re saying.” The county project guy, Hanson, was trying as hard as I was to be patient. “Maybe it’s nothing, but what could it hurt to get an audit? Just tell them it’s one more hoop the government wants you to jump through. The fact is, some of these numbers don’t add up, and the way things were moved around, you could make the case that it’s deliberate.”
“Am I going to lose this bid?”
“Not necessarily. Bring us an all-clear from an independent auditor within thirty days, and we’ll move it forward. It’s pretty standard stuff.”
“Standard.”
“Yeah, totally standard. But, Gardner? Arrange for the audit yourself, okay? As an executive and a shareholder, you have that right.”
“Shit, you think someone’s embezzling or something.”
“Obviously, I have no idea. That’s just one of a hundred possible explanations, the most likely one being stupid human error. But it is one. I don’t know, man, but I do know it has to be done within thirty days if you want this contract.”
“Okay, I get it. Thanks.”
As soon as I got out of his office, I pulled out my phone. “I need to speak to Chad, please. Or Steve. This is Aaron Gardner. You know what, forget it. Tell them I’m coming by and I need to see them. It’s an emergency.”
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It took me all day to deal with this and seriously important projects got put on the back burner. It was irritating and frustrating. Chad told me that his firm could run the audit if I had a majority of stockholders consent to it.