The McGilley Trilogy

by B J Wane

  Tonight, her mind refused to dismiss the one plaguing thought that wouldn’t let go. He hadn’t called. Last weekend, before Brett could tell her to go home and behave, she had quickly grabbed his pen out of his shirt pocket and scrawled her cell phone number on his hand, simply saying, ‘I’m free next weekend if you want to get together’. She had dressed just as quickly and left without a backward glance, driving away with Brett’s silence ringing in her ears.

  By Wednesday evening, when she hadn’t heard from him, she gave in to temptation and looked him up. An hour later, after surfing for anything and everything she could find about the McGilley’s, especially Brett, she wished she had simply forced herself to forget him and move on, because now she wanted him even more than she had before.

  The small notice announcing his divorce eight years ago somewhat explained his reluctance to get involved as she assumed it was a bitter pill for him to swallow. She imagined he wasn’t a man who took personal failure lightly and a divorce would definitely fall into that category. The free work he did for abused spouses and children she had unearthed made her realize there were layers to this man that she could really go for, other than the awesome sex that led to equally awesome climaxes. There were a few pictures of him in the society pages attending functions only the elite of society were privy to, always with a tall, gorgeous woman on his arm dressed head to toe as elegantly as she dressed flamboyantly, a glaring red flag that told her just how unsuited she was for anything but sex with this man.

  Sex, she reminded herself when her mind refused to empty thoughts of him, that’s all she wanted from him so it didn’t matter that they weren’t suited for anything else. Mind blowing, orgasmic inducing sex that left her too sated to think of anything else. Increasing the fluid movements of her hips in a circular fashion, her thoughts refused to let go of the heated look of lust on Brett’s face and in his eyes as he had looked upon her nakedness. Picturing herself dancing for him, the sensual response she always had to her movements felt frustratingly more sexual now and the pleasure she usually got from her workout was marred by a desire that refused to be shoved aside.

  Kayla arose the next morning grateful that she had taken a day of vacation today. The unseasonably warm weather was still hanging around and she was going to spend the day doing the second thing she loved best, shopping. Having sex with Brett had moved into slot number one and she was hoping that pampering herself with a day off doing nothing but indulging in girly activities like shopping, getting a manicure and a pedicure and treating herself to a decadent snack from her favorite bakery would help her set aside worries about how she was going to keep having sex with a man who clearly wanted her but was adamant about not acting on it.

  Three hours later she had on a new mini sweater skirt in a bright purple, green and white striped pattern, a matching purple stretch knit top, her nails were all painted in matching purple and was finishing the most sinful chocolate caramel pecan roll she had ever tasted. As happy as all that made her, she had still been unable to shove aside thoughts of a green eyed man who could send her pulse pounding and her panties creaming with just a look. After checking her phone for about the twentieth time to see if he had called, she finally caved, bought a bribe, checked the time and headed to his office, the address she just happened to remember from looking him up. Since it was just past one o’clock, she was hoping he would be back from lunch and she could offer him dessert.

  Normally, Kayla wouldn’t pursue a man who kept pushing her away. After all, there were plenty of others out there wanting nothing more than a good time. But every time she attempted to call her friends and make plans to go to one of their usual haunts, all she could think about was the activities she had witnessed on the second floor of Casey’s and her immediate reaction to them. Every time she thought about hooking up with one of her old flings or someone new, she recalled her response to Brett’s more dominant, alternative sex and she wanted nothing more than a repeat of those experiences. If she wasn’t so sure that Brett wanted her as much as she wanted him, she would cease her crusade and regretfully move on. Hoping third time’s a charm and determined to convince Brett that all she was interested in was a sexual relationship with no strings, she pulled into the small parking lot in front of Brett’s office building, grabbed the bag from the bakery and quickly went inside before she could change her mind.

  A knock on his door had Brett cursing Margaret for taking the afternoon off as he would much rather sit here and brood than be disturbed by anyone. He didn’t have any appointments scheduled this afternoon because he was still trying to play catch up with his regular work from being in court most of last week. It didn’t help his sour mood any to have his attention constantly wandering toward a black haired blue eyed pest whose small, lush body and infectious smile could make his cock stand at attention faster and with less effort than Diablo could clear a six foot high jump. It certainly didn’t help his disposition to be looking forward to spending tomorrow evening at the club with one or two of the regulars whom he liked to fuck with little to no enthusiasm.

  Looking at the stack of contracts waiting for his attention, he sighed irritably and snapped, “Come in,” hoping whoever it was would be quick. But when he saw Kayla stroll in dressed in a short, tight bright skirt, a top that molded her braless breasts to mouthwatering temptation and her slender legs showcased in bright purple tights, he knew this visit wasn’t going to be quick.

  “What the hell are you doing here, Kayla?” he growled as she kicked off her black heels and walked towards his desk with a smile he found himself hard pressed not to return. “You have something against wearing shoes?”

  “You’re going to have to find another way to greet me, Brett. That line’s getting old, and yes, I have something against wearing shoes.” Setting the white bakery bag in front of him, she said, “I wasn’t in the neighborhood but I was at my favorite treat shop eating the most awesome calorie laden sweet roll, thought of you and brought you a goodie also. Cinnamon Crunch pound cake, a particular favorite of mine and one of their best sellers.” From the cool reception she was getting, Kayla figured she was about as welcome as a winter ice storm. Undaunted, she nudged the bag forward and added sweetly, “Try it, you’ll like it.”

  What he’d like, Brett thought, was to bare that delectable ass of hers again and give her another lesson, but he was afraid that would only encourage her, and that thought had him wanting to smile as much as the big dangling earrings that looked like purple stars peeking out of her cloud of black hair. Even though his initial reaction was irritation when she had surprised him by walking through his office door, his cock had wasted no time stirring at the sight of those awesome breasts swaying loosely, their stiff peaks pressing insistently against the stretchy fabric. Damn it, how could he keep his good intentions if she kept showing up?

  “Were you this pushy every time your parents told you no?” he asked as he picked up the bag and peeked inside.

  “As much to their displeasure as yours,” she admitted ruefully as she watched him retrieve the cake and take a big bite. Dressed in dark slacks and a grey dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show those strong forearms, he was as mouthwatering sexy as he had been in tight jeans last Sunday.

  Savoring the sweet cinnamon flavor of the moist cake, Brett tried to picture her as a precocious little girl and the image brought a smile he couldn’t help revealing. “I bet you were as sweet as this cake, but any kind of relationship between us would still be as bad for both of us as this cake. I don’t want to hurt you, Kayla.” Just because he liked her more and more each time he saw her didn’t mean he had changed his mind about feeling he was all wrong for her.

  Kayla refused to be deterred as she came around the desk, sidled between him and the desk then boosted up to sit on the edge, bracing her feet on his hard thighs. If she hadn’t seen the light of lust in his eyes as he fastened them on her breasts, if she hadn’t responded to that enigmatic look by dampening the crotch of her tight
s within seconds of seeing it, she might have heeded his words and left. His look and tone said one thing, but his mouth continued to listen to his brain. She needed to convince him to listen to her instead.

  “What do I have to do to convince you I’m a big girl and know what I’m doing and what I want?”

  Running his hands up her legs, the tights soft under his palms, he asked, “What is it you think you want, Kayla?”

  “Sex,” she answered decisively. “With you.”

  Cupping her knees, he slowly spread her legs making the stretchy skirt ride further up her thighs enough to reveal she wore nothing under the tights and the damp spot that lent credence to her words. He wanted her. He had never denied he wanted her, but right now, right here, he wanted her more than he wanted to remain detached from any personal entanglements with her or any other woman. Just looking at her staring at him with hopeful lust shining in those blue eyes had his resolve falling and crumbling as easily as Humpty Dumpty toppled off the wall and ended up in a million pieces.

  Last weekend he had hoped just the sight of him removing his belt in preparation to use it on her would be a deterrent for her, but instead of sending her running, she had embraced each stroke, even the softer lash on the tender flesh between her legs and had responded amazingly. Anger at her for not reacting predictably and at himself for what he perceived as weakness warred with a need compounded by tenderness that he had never experienced before. Tabling the first, he gave in to the latter, warning her, “Remember, you came to me, again,” as he stood up, lifted her off the desk and turned her around before bending her over it.

  “I’m sure you won’t let me forget it,” she answered breathlessly before gasping as he shoved her skirt up to her waist and stripped her of her tights.

  Brett leaned over her back letting her feel his rigid length against her buttocks. “This is what I do with women at the club. I bend them over and fuck them in front of anyone who wants to watch. But first, I warm them up.” Moving back, he brought his hand down on her right buttock, hard. “Still want sex with me, Kayla?”

  “Yes,” she said readily, the fiery burn on her cheek spreading quickly to her pussy. Another hard swat landed on her other cheek followed by several more coming in fast succession, making her whimper with the heated pleasure/pain that induced an arousal that seemed only he could relieve.

  Brett caressed her warm ass, the red hue turning him on as much as her shifting hips, soft whimpers and the moisture coating her swollen labia. “Still want sex with me?” he continued to question even though he knew what her answer would be.

  “Yes, yes and yes.” Turning her face to him, she demanded, “Fuck me, Brett.”

  He smacked her across the middle of her squirming ass, admonishing, “You don’t call the shots. If I fuck you, it’ll be when I’m damn good and ready.” After swatting her cheeks a few more times to drive home his point, he flipped her over and grinned down at her flushed face and snapping eyes. “Still want to…”

  “I already said yes several times. I’m not going to change my mind no matter how much you want me to.” She really wished he didn’t want her to, though. She wished he wanted to indulge in a sex only relationship with her and wished he wasn’t so hung up on their age difference and her inexperience even if his noble intentions were one of the things that drew her to him.

  Ignoring the wishful tone in her voice, Brett sat back down and draped her soft thighs over his shoulders, his hands slipping under her buttocks to cup her warm cheeks and lift her up to his descending mouth. Before he could take his first taste of her soaking pussy, she tried to shift out of his grasp, her body suddenly going stiff.

  Kayla never thought he would want to go down on her, never thought he would want to waste time doing something most men she had been told didn’t care for. Not only had none of her lovers ever shown any interest in giving her oral sex, she had never wanted to experience that faction of sex. Having a man’s mouth there, his lips and tongue touching her most private flesh was an intimacy that she feared would leave her vulnerable in a way she had never been before with a lover.

  “Stop, Brett.” What she had meant to sound like a strong refusal instead came out as a whispered plea.

  Looking up into her flushed face, her eyes clouded with worry instead of anticipation, he asked, “Hasn’t anyone gone down on you before?” Brett knew some men didn’t care for oral sex, but he couldn’t imagine anyone involved in a sexual relationship with Kayla and not wanting to give her that pleasure.

  “No, and I don’t want…”

  “If you want sex with me, then you agree to whatever I want or we stop everything now. Which will it be?” he asked in a tone that brooked no argument.

  Despite her reluctance to cross this barrier, Kayla didn’t want to stop. On the contrary, his hands clutching her sore ass was keeping her excitement high, her arousal teetering and she wanted to experience those consuming climaxes again more than she wanted to shy away from the possible vulnerability of this new experience. Nodding her head, she held her breath as he once again lifted her pelvis to his mouth, his eyes staying on hers as he took a slow lick up her seam, his tongue lightly stroking over her protruding clit.

  Kayla’s head dropped back onto the desk as pleasure she had never imagined before flooded her pussy, swamping her with ecstasy so intense she was left awash in sensation. His tongue explored the depths of her vagina as deep as he could go before she felt the thrust of his fingers filling her. Teeth nibbled on her sensitive folds before he laved them with his tongue. His mouth made a feast of every inch of her pussy, inside and out, repeatedly driving her to the brink of release only to pull back enough to stop her from going over.

  Reaching down, she clutched his head, barely able to believe she was actually urging him to continue, to give her more. “Oh, God, Brett, please, please,” she cried over and over, begging, pleading for that push over.

  Brett chuckled against her saturated flesh, amused at how quickly she had accepted then wallowed in this new pleasure. It still surprised and baffled him that he was the first to give her this pleasure, and some perverse part of him reveled in that fact. Releasing the grip his teeth had on one swollen fold he shifted his hands to use his thumbs to spread those folds and reveal her pussy to him in all its pink, wet glory, her clit red and puffy and impossible to resist.

  When Brett spread her so revealingly, Kayla bit her lip in consternation and had to force herself to stay still. When he slowly rasped her aching bundle of nerves with his tongue, she forgot about being embarrassed as the small constrictions of her impending orgasm began pulsing along her sheath. But it wasn’t until he shifted one hand to her ass and slipped his thumb into her rectum that her orgasm erupted with addictive consuming pleasure that had her pushing for more against his mouth, her buttocks clenching in his hand and her legs tightening on his shoulders all in an effort to anchor herself against the storm of sensations bombarding her.

  With her slick juices coating his tongue and both of her orifices tightening around his invading fingers, Brett found it difficult to pull away from her. Only the pressure of his cock against his zipper was enough to make him pull away slowly as he carefully lowered his zipper over his raging erection. Rising, he kept her thighs over his shoulders, once again clasping her ass and lifting her hips, this time to take his cock instead of his mouth.

  “I never seem to have a condom when you show up,” he practically growled as he thrust into her in one, smooth stroke. “Then again, I usually limit my fucking to the club or a bedroom.”

  Kayla was still reeling from her powerful climax, still trying to figure out why she was twenty-six years old and just now experiencing the intense pleasure to be had from oral sex to pay much attention to his words. Once again, she had Brett to thank for taking her on a new journey that she hoped she could convince him to continue for some time.

  “Sorry,” she panted even though they both knew she didn’t mean it. In this position, she felt his cock even d
eeper, felt the way he stretched her and filled her so that she had no trouble feeling every hard ridge of his penis as well as the round, bulbous head that was stroking along sensitive nerve endings with each penetration and withdrawal.

  “Obviously you’re not,” he answered her as he felt her clamp around his dick. “And I really hope you won’t be. Pull up your top and put your hands on your breasts.”

  Kayla didn’t know if it was the command, his voice or his cock that had her pussy responding with another gush of cream and didn’t take the time to analyze it. Pulling her stretchy top above her breasts, she cupped the soft flesh in her hands before grasping both nipples between her fingers, pulling and twisting them the way she liked. Looking up into his flushed face, his eyes on her hands and breasts and his mouth and chin still damp from her juices, she thought she had never seen him looking so determined to fuck her.

  “Harder, Brett. Please, fuck me harder, like you want it as much as I do.”

  Hell, he thought as he bent over her, pushing her legs back as he increased his thrusts, she couldn’t possibly want him more than he did her at that moment. “Now, Kayla. Let me feel you coming on my cock,” he demanded roughly. With herculean effort, he forced himself to hold back his own orgasm as she splintered around him, her cries filling his ears, her fingers plucking frantically on her turgid nipples as he once again sent her over.

  Kayla barely registered the uncomfortable position or the hard desk beneath her as her first climax was followed swiftly by another, leaving her mind so muddled with consuming pleasure she didn’t even notice he hadn’t joined her until he slowly pulled his still erect cock from her grasping cunt.

  “Brett?” she questioned when she looked from the purple, angry looking head of his seeping dick to his face.

  Brett lowered her legs and sat back down before pulling her off the desk and onto her knees in front of him, wondering if his next order would send her fleeing.