by Amy Brent
“Fuck me…” she moaned, her fingers in my hair. “Calvin… Cole… I want your big cock inside me… now…”
I wiped my mouth on my shoulder and climbed between her legs. She reached between us and took my cock in her hand and guided me toward her pulsating pussy.
“Fuck… you feel amazing…” she moaned as the head of my cock slid inside her tight hole. Her legs went around my waist and she pressed her heels to my ass to prod me on. “Fuck me… fuck me with your big cock…”
I smiled and did as I was told. I braced my arms on the bed and slowly let my cock slide inside her until I felt the head press against the back of her cunt. I pulled all the way out and slid all the way in again. With each thrust, the tempo grew faster, until I was ramming into her so hard the entire bed shook. She dug her fingernails into my arms and moaned my name.
I watched her face as the orgasm drew near. She was beautiful, even more beautiful than the day I met her in math class all those years ago. Even more beautiful than the night she climbed on top of my cock for the first time in the back of my dad’s car. She was fully a woman now, with large breasts and a tight, shaved pussy and lips that took me back in time.
“Oh… fuck… I’m cumming…” she said, rocking her hips up to meet my cock as it rammed deep inside her. “Cum with me… Cole… Cum… Fill my pussy with your hot load…”
I let go of the breath that I’d been holding and let myself cum. I could feel my balls tightening as the cum erupted from my cock like a volcano. “Fuck… yes… god… your pussy is so fucking tight… I’m cumming, Lucy… oh… fuck yes… I’m cumming…”
Our bodies jerked and spasmed together as we came at the exact same time. I could feel her hot juices gushing out over me, drenching the part of my shaft that wouldn’t fit inside her and my balls and my pubes. I stiffened as I shot my load deep inside her, filling her with my hot milky cum. A few more thrusts and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down on the bed beside her. We were both covered in sweat and panting like we’d just run a marathon and fucked at the finish line.
“Holy shit, that was amazing,” she said, putting a hand over her left breast. “My heart is about to pound right out of my chest.”
“It was a little like going back in time,” I said, turning my head so I could see her face.
“It was better,” she said, smiling back at me. “Because this time we knew what the heck we were doing.”
* * *
Lucy sat across the breakfast table wearing nothing but one of my white dress shirts and a smile. What was it that was so fucking sexy about a woman wearing a man’s dress shirt? Whatever it was it made me want to rip the shirt off her and take her right there on the table. Or maybe I’d just pick up the bottle of maple syrup and pour it over her big tits and lick it off. I glanced at my watch. I had a consult in thirty minutes. Breakfast sex would have to wait. I picked up my coffee cup and watched her finish off the entire stack of pancakes I’d made for both of our breakfasts.
“How many pancake eating contests have you won over the last twenty years?” I asked, arching my eyebrows in wonder.
“Every single one I entered, smart ass,” she said, dropping her fork onto her empty plate and licking the syrup from her lips. “When did you learn to cook?”
“I don’t think making pancakes technically qualifies as cooking,” I said. “Anything you can make from a recipe on the side of a box of powder isn’t really cooking.”
“Call it what you will, that was freakin’ delicious,” she said with a contented smile. “I can’t believe I’m here with you like this. It’s a little weird, huh.”
“Just a little,” I said, smiling back. “I’m glad you’re here, though. In fact, I would really like for you to be here a lot more. We have a lot of catching up to do, in more ways than one.”
“I don’t want to cramp your style, Dr. Walker,” she said, holding out her hands. “I mean, you have been voted one of New York’s Most Eligible Bachelors five years in a row. I don’t want the press to get the wrong impression here.”
I rolled my eyes and snorted at her. “You really have to stay off Google,” I said. “I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m just saying that I’d love to see more of you. You make me happy, Lucy. It’s a nice feeling.”
“Have you not been happy, Calvin?” she asked, a look of concern washing over her face. “I mean, Cole?”
“Oh, I’ve been happy,” I said with a halfhearted shrug. “It’s just nice having an old friend back in my life.”
“An old friend?” She gave me a pouty look. “Is that what I am to you? An old friend? Like an old frat buddy?”
“More of an old flame then,” I said, the smile melting into a sigh. “One that I would very much like to kindle to see what ignites.”
“I think that can be arranged,” she said. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. “Can I ask you a serious question?”
“You can ask me anything,” I said. I drained the coffee cup and got up to put it and the breakfast dishes in the sink. I turned to lean back against the counter with my arms folded over my chest. “Shoot.”
“Are you thinking about leaving WNN?”
“Is that something we should be discussing?” I asked, a little put off by the question.
She rested her chin on her knees to gaze up at me. “Is there a reason why we shouldn’t discuss it?”
“No, not unless last night was just a ploy by the network to get me to renew the current contract on their terms. Please tell me you weren’t sent here by Ed Quigley to ply me with sexual favors.”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course not. Unless you think that would work.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “My career is in the hands of my agent and manager now, Lucy. I’ll do whatever they think is best for the long term. Right now, that would be to renew with WNN under more favorable terms, however...”
“However, there’s the syndication deal with Kingston Television,” she said.
“You know about that?”
“Everybody knows about that,” she said, swatting a hand at me. “Ed said you want an opt-out clause in case the syndication deal happened down the road. Do you think that’s going to happen, Cole? Are you going to be the next Dr. Oz?”
I narrowed my eyes at her and took a deep breath. I wasn’t used to anyone questioning my reasoning or prying into my business, but this was Lucy, the girl I had once loved madly and could easily do so again. I looked at my watch and pushed away from the counter.
“I really have to go, Lucy,” I said. “We can talk about this another time.”
“Just make me a promise,” she said, getting up from the table and wrapping her arms around my neck. The shirt rose off her ass and I couldn’t resist helping myself to a handful or two. “If you do decide to leave, just give me a little notice. I mean, I’m the executive producer now, it’s technically my show, and it would be nice to avoid a major catastrophe my first week on the job.” She rubbed her nose to my chin. “Besides, you know I hate surprises as much as you do.”
“I don’t know about that,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose. “This surprise seems to be working out nicely.”
Chapter 14: Lucy
The next two weeks were a blur of activity, both at work and at home, where most nights found me wrapped in Cole’s strong arms. The sex was constant, hot, intense, primal, like two wild animals that couldn’t wait to tear into each other’s bodies the moment they were alone. I woke up some mornings so tired and sore I could barely walk, but by bedtime, I was right back in the game and ready for more. Some nights we spent hours exploring each other’s bodies like sexual forensic detectives. Other nights, our lovemaking was soft and tender and deeply passionate and over quickly because we no longer had anything to prove. Regardless of the ferocity of the sex, when it was over, Cole would lift his muscled arm and I would snuggle into his side with my head resting on his chest and fall fast asleep. We reconnected and caught up qu
ickly. Even though our lives could not have been more different, it really was like we had never been apart.
Work was never slow or easy. To the contrary, producing a one-hour live network newscast was like juggling a dozen running chainsaws in the air while tap dancing on hot coals and whistling Dixie out of your ass. It was fast-paced, frenetic, chaotic, and absolutely wonderful. A total adrenaline rush night after night. After two weeks on the job, even Bryant gave me an occasional smile at the end of the newscast. I considered that a big step in getting the famously cranky anchor on my side.
It was weird when Cole came on set every Friday to do his two-minute segment. We didn’t try to hide the fact that we were sleeping together, but we didn’t advertise it either. Just to make sure there was no conflict of interest, and to keep the rumor mill running at a minimum when Cole came onset, I stayed in the control booth and resisted the urge to whisper filthy things in his earpiece. Cole would slide into the chair beside Stephanie at the news desk while an assistant clipped on his wireless microphone. He would make small talk with Stephanie and Bryant before the cameras came on. It was apparent how enamored they both were of him. Even Bryant couldn’t seem to stop smiling at him. And who wouldn’t be in awe of Dr. Cole Walker? He looked like a Greek god sitting next to an aging Ken and bouncing Barbie. Stephanie giggled like a horny teenager at his every word and constantly put her hand on his. Cole would casually pull his hand away and smile at the camera, knowing that I was watching.
I was sure the only person who knew I was seeing Cole was Ed, and even he hadn’t mentioned anything about it until the Friday afternoon that he came into my office with a grim look on his face an hour before show time. He closed the door and slumped in the chair across from my desk.
“What’s wrong, Ed?” I asked, alarmed by the deep frown cutting across his forehead. Ed’s usual expression was a frown, but this was different. “Did somebody die?”
“Yes, our Friday ratings,” he said with a heavy sigh. “I just got off the phone with the guys upstairs. Dr. Cole Walker is not renewing his contract because he got an offer to do a syndicated show for Kingston Television. He will not be here today for his usual Friday spot or in the future, so we’ll need to fill the time with something else until we can line up a replacement talking head. His time at WNN is through.”
I blinked at him because I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Cole and I had not discussed his contract negotiations with WNN since the morning after we reconnected two weeks ago, and he hadn’t mentioned a word about the syndication deal coming to fruition. Surely, he would have shared such monumental news with me. I mean, we weren’t officially a couple or anything, but Jesus, when you spend most nights with a guy’s cock inside you, you expect a little consideration.
I picked up my phone to see if I had missed a message from Cole. I hadn’t. The last time I’d talked to him was at breakfast around seven. I knew that he had a heart valve replacement surgery scheduled for mid-morning, so I just assumed he was really busy. I set the phone aside and stared back at Ed.
I asked, “When did this happen?”
“I just got the call five minutes ago that the deal is officially dead,” he said with a shrug. “But it’s my understanding that Walker’s manager gave our people notice yesterday. They tried to hammer out a last-minute deal, but it was too late. Walker signed with Kingston Television yesterday and there will be a press release today. Turns out, we were probably just a bargaining chip he was using to get a better deal in syndication, the son of a bitch.”
“Yesterday? You’re fucking kidding me. He signed the deal yesterday?” I felt the heat rising from my chest into my head, like lava flowing up to the top of a volcano about to blow sky high. “That son of a bitch.”
Ed cocked his head at me and frowned. “What?”
“He didn’t say anything to me about the deal,” I said, nostrils flaring like an angry bull. “And he didn’t say that he wouldn’t be here for the show today, either.”
Ed narrowed his eyes at me. “Have you two talked about his plans?” he asked, trying to act nonchalant but failing miserably. “Are you sure you didn’t know this was coming?”
I blinked at him. “What? No, of course not. I mean, we briefly talked about it when I first got into town, but he made it clear it was not something he wanted to discuss with me.” It was my turn to frown back at him. “Why would you ask me that?”
Ed took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. He put his elbows on his knees and leaned over them, then spread his hands. “I won’t sugarcoat it for you, Lucy. Management is concerned that there may have been a conflict of interest at play. They know you and Walker were seeing each other and there is speculation that maybe Walker or his people used that relationship to his advantage.”
My blood ran cold as I stared into his eyes. “That’s ridiculous,” I said, gritting my teeth, doing my best to retain my composure. “We never discussed it. And I certainly would not have revealed anything about WNN’s position. Fuck, Ed, I didn’t know anything to reveal!”
“I know that,” Ed said with a heavy sigh. “I told them that, but they have egg all over their faces and they’re looking for someone to blame. They think you knew about Walker’s plans and just didn’t say anything.”
“They think I picked my lover over my job.”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
I leaned back with my arms folded defensively over my chest. “Ed, how did management know that Cole and I were seeing each other? The only people here who knew that for sure were you and me. Did you tell them about us?”
Rather than get defensive and try to deny the truth, Ed pushed himself back in the chair and gave me a slow nod. “Yeah, Lucy, I’m afraid I did. I was having lunch with Larry David in programming and let it slip that you two were high school sweethearts and there might be a rekindling of the flame. Honestly, it was just a quick comment made in passing. I never suspected it would come back to bite you in the ass.”
I felt the muscles in my jaws tighten. “Is this going to bite me in the ass, Ed? Is my job in jeopardy?”
His round shoulders went up and down. “Honestly, Lucy, I don’t know. Management would like to meet with both of us on Monday to discuss the situation.”
“Fuck…” I slumped back in the chair and rubbed my eyes. “Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.”
“There’s something else, Lucy,” Ed said. “I just mentioned to Larry that you two were old flames. That was at lunch over a week ago. However, when I talked to Larry today he seemed to know every detail of the relationship. Or at least acted like he did.”
“What do you mean?”
Ed glanced over his shoulder at the door to make sure it was closed. He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “He asked me how a woman could fuck a man every night for two weeks and not know what was on his mind.”
My mouth dropped open. It was such a ludicrous question that I had to smile. “What?”
“You heard it right. Those were his exact words. My question to you is, how does Larry David in programming know that you’ve spent every night for two weeks fucking Dr. Cole Walker?”
“How indeed?”
We stared at each other for a moment, both knowing the answer, then Ed put his palms on his knees to push himself out of the chair. “We’ll get it all cleared up on Monday, Lucy. Don’t let it ruin your weekend.”
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that,” I said, looking up with a forced smile that was anything but happy.
Ed nodded. “I know. And I’m sorry. What are you going to do?”
“I have a show to produce,” I said, glancing at my watch. “Then? Who the fuck knows?”
Chapter 15: Cole
Fifteen million dollars.
Fifteen fucking million dollars.
That’s how much Kingston Television was going to pay me under the three-year syndication deal I had signed yesterday. They would also put up the money to produce five, one-hour shows per week and get the show syndicat
ed into every market in the country by the end of the year. There were also six-figure bonuses for meeting ratings milestones every quarter and the promise of more good things to come if the show caught on like they believed it would.
One of the best parts was that I could recruit and hire my own staff. In my mind, there was no one better to executive produce the show than the woman who was walking into my kitchen at that very moment. I pulled a bottle of Coors from the fridge and twisted off the top and set it on the kitchen island. I knew better than to offer her a glass. Lucy liked her beer ice cold straight out of the bottle. I gave her time to drop her computer bag in a chair and was about to give her the great news when she pounced on me with her teeth and claws extended.
“I can’t fucking believe you did this to me,” she said, balling her hands into tight fists and shaking them in the air between us. “I thought you cared about me, Cole. How could you keep this from me?”
I planted my palms on the island and gave her a confused look. “Excuse me?”
“The syndication deal,” she said, throwing her hands in the air as if she were tossing pizza dough. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me you had signed a deal?”