by J. L. Beck
I leaned against the wood table on my elbows, my nostrils taking in Ryan’s woodsy scent, something else I hadn’t noticed when he was eight inches deep inside me.
“Good because if you think that all this tequila is going to get me in your bed, you’re painfully wrong.” I retorted with just a little too much snark.
“Sweetheart if I wanted you, right now I could have you and I wouldn’t need an ounce of alcohol to do it… “ He leaned across the table, his lips mere inches from mine. “I mean, haven’t I proved that already… when I took you over my desk the other day.”
There was a challenge in his eyes, one that made my pussy contract and my knees weak. Being this close to him was dangerous, very dangerous. For my heart, and even more dangerous for my body. Because if I was being perfectly honest, I didn’t know if I would be able to say no to his advances or his hands, or his mouth, or…
Before I could respond and thank the lord for it, the waitress came back with six shot glasses of tequila and two more beers all on one tray. She placed the glasses on the table and shoved a beer towards each of us. As she pushed Ryan's, she slipped a napkin that had what I assumed to be her number on it. I couldn’t help but sneer at how distasteful that was, still I was the one who had slept with the man within hours of meeting him.
Yeah, pot meet kettle.
Ryan gave her a tight smile and then took one of the shots downing the liquid like nothing as she walked away. He crumbled the napkin in his hands.
“Well that was fucking rude…” before I could finish, the sound of the shot glass hit the table and the noise resonated through me. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was pissed off by what she had just done as much as I was.
“It was but what can you do? When Cosmo Magazine puts you on their top 50 Most Eligible Billionaire Bachelor's list. Every woman who has read the issue assumes they know me.” The shame that filled his voice made my heart hurt. Worse than that, he was spot on. I had been one of the millions to judge him based off an article in a magazine I read. I didn’t expect him to be able to change a tire, go to a dive bar downtown or be as caring as he was. Underneath the designer suits and asshole image that the media placed on him, was a caring man, a man that had the potential to love with all his heart, a man that wanted to be loved in return. I haven't know him long or spent much time with him but I could tell how wrong that article was about Mr. Ryan Nelson.
“I’m sorry.” I apologized, not because I felt bad but because I was actually sorry for thinking the same things about him due to the magazine article that he obviously hated.
“Don’t be babe. You’ve gotten closer to me than any other person has aside from my family.” He made grabby hands for another shot, and a thought hit me. I reached out and stopped him from taking it, and took the small glass in my hand. Then I looked him straight in the eyes and leaned in to him as closely as I could. I pushed a shot his way and brought my glass to the air in a toast. He clicked his glass with mine as I spoke.
“To people that assume the worst of us, when they know the least about us.” It was cheesy and something that was probably said by hundreds of others at one point in time, but it was something that needed to be said. I knew it was the right thing to say as his eyes sparkled with happiness again.
“Yes. To assholes and people that assume a man in a suit, is in fact a stuck up prick.” We brought the shot glasses to our lips, a new energy radiating from both of us as we tipped the glass back and let the burn of the tequila blaze a path of fire down our throats.
Everything from that moment on became hazy. The drinks started flowing, all the warning signs were there telling me I stop drinking and shouldn’t cross the line between employee and boss again. They disappeared just like our drinks.
Before I knew it I was sitting next to Ryan, his rough hand trailing against the flesh of my thigh. His touch set my body on fire, his musky scent and the warmth of his body pushed every rational thought out the window... and his lips, God his lips told me a secret that only I could understand.
Everything about this man should have made me run for the hills, but it only caused me to cling tighter to him. We shouldn’t be together, we both knew that but still neither of us could seem to fight the pull both of our bodies had to each other.
“It might be the alcohol.... I’m pretty sure it’s not, but I can’t fucking keep my hands off of you. I want you riding my cock. I want my lips on yours, your pants of pleasure to be mine. I want everything that is you, Chloe.” His teeth grazed my ear as he spoke in a hushed voice, words for only me to hear. If anyone from the office saw us here together like this, the rumor mill would run rampid.
“Ry…” His name came out in a moan as he gripped my thigh harshly, the wetness between my legs growing slicker by the minute.
“Don’t tell me we can’t. Don’t tell me you don’t want this when I can feel your arousal on my fingertips and don’t lie to me Chloe, please, because if anyone can tell you’re lying, it’s me.” I lean my head back against the booth, my mind swirling with desire I know I shouldn’t give in to.
“I want you…” His fingers drift higher, and my heart thuds against my rib cage so hard I think it might them. “I’ll always want you. I knew the second you walked into my office that I needed you. That I couldn’t get enough of you. You’re all I can think about. I crave you.”
My blood hummed as his fingers slid against the flimsy silk of my panties. Every urge I had became stronger, making my heart beat faster and faster. The need and want I had for him was becoming too strong. Even knowing how wrong it was for us to be together, I couldn't fight the pull.
“Let me in Chloe. Let me take care of you. Let me be the only man you’ll ever need and I’ll make sure you never go without a damn thing ever again.” I sighed, my forehead leaning against his shoulder now as he shoved the silk to the side, one digit entering me so slowly I was sure I would die.
“Ahhh…” My voice wobbled, as I tried to hold in my cry of pleasure. We were, after all, in a public place with bar patrons all around us. The next table over was full of giddy laughter and seemed to be getting louder by the drink. I was hoping no one was paying attention to us or we would be ousted. Damn good thing it was pretty dark in here now.
“This hot cunt was made for me, it owns me, Chloe. You own me.” Pleasure radiated from his husky voice as he slipped a second finger deep inside of me, bending it upwards in the perfect motion hitting just the right spot. My entire body became one big puddle of mush within seconds. I was hooked and all he did was cast the line.
Zings of pleasure filled my womb as my toe’s curled into my heels. Ryan is the best and worst thing that has ever to happened to me. He made me feels things I never have before, both good and bad. No one has ever gave me so much pleasure or made me feel so at home and comfortable. At the same time, no one made me feel so much overwhelming guilt. I mean sure, I've only known him for a week and most of that time I spent avoiding him because I was unsure of what to think or do with all of these new feelings rushing through my head. I was drowning in the emotions he had brought out in me.
“Fall apart sweet girl. Cum all over my hand, and prove to me just how good I make you feel.” His hot breath fanned against my throat right above my heavy pulse.
“Fuuuccckkkk…” I hissed out louder than expected as I fell apart in my chair, my fingers digging into his thigh where his steel hard cock laid. All I could feel was Ryan. Every slip of his finger deeper inside my pussy pushing me to the brink until a blinding light formed behind my eyes and my entire body went numb.
Every breath I took hurt, every beat of my heart hurt, and it wasn’t because I was actually in pain. No, it was because I knew that long after Ryan was gone, and the memory of us had faded that I would still want him as much as I did in this very moment. That’s what prompted me to whisper, “Take me home with you.”
I placed a kiss against his throat and then another. It was now my turn to watch him squirm, by returning t
he favor.
“As you wish my love.” He removed his fingers from my pussy, brought them to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick away at the salty liquid that coated his fingers. “Mmmm.” I stared, mesmerized by this man, the sudden desire to take his cock in my mouth was overwhelming me. I wanted to please him, to give back every ounce of the pleasure he had given me.
“I want you.” I confessed. Ryan smiled around the two fingers he had sucked into his mouth.
“Oh you’ll have me baby, you’ll have me.” I licked my lips in anticipation as he moved from the table, gripping my hand and pulling me further and further into his web. We left the bar in a hurry and made our way to the curb to catch a cab. Neither one of us was capable of driving anymore, damn tequila will do that to you.The cab driver stopped and Ryan helped me in, as he slid beside me in the seat he whispered in my ear "You're mine now and no one else's." He gave the cab driver his address and we were off. I was beginning to see the web he was so carefully weaving. Worst part is, I didn’t even care about escaping. I was ready to be captured.
Chapter Five
“As soon as I get you upstairs, these clothes are gone. You can keep the heels on but everything else goes. I want you exposed and at the mercy of my tongue and cock.” I growled, my teeth grazing against the soft flesh of her throat. I wanted to brand her with my mouth, to claim her so that no one else could have her.
I was a wild man frenzied with a need I didn’t understand. Chloe had been nothing but a favor for a friend, but the second I saw her I knew she was mine. Every breath I took belonged to this woman and if I wanted to keep her, I had to prove it to her right here and now.
“What are you going to do with me?” She purred, trying to sound naïve. It was cute and sexy as hell and had my cock springing back to life. As if she didn’t know... I was going to fuck her like my life depended on her orgasms. She was about to enjoy the most sedative sleep she's ever had in her life. I plan on making her feel the reminder of me deep inside that tight pussy of hers for a few days. All I could do was grin like the Cheshire Cat because I knew what we were both in store for.
“You know damn well what I’m going to do to you, Babe. I’m going to eat that pussy of yours until there’s nothing left for me to devour. I’m going to bring you to the brink, and just when you think you're going to fall, I'm going to pull you back until you beg me for more. I’m going to fuck you from behind, you're firm ass high in the air giving me the most beautiful view of that wet pussy of yours. I'll make you scream my name with your legs around my neck when I turn you on your back and fuck you senseless.
As I described to her what was on my mind, I watched those big eyes darken. She shifted her body against mine, her fingernails raking against my cock through my pants.
For a woman who was morally upset about sleeping with her boss, you sure as fuck couldn’t tell that right now. My girl had a dark, dirty side and it was coming out like a tornado. I have a feeling I'm going to get swept away. She was a bad girl trapped in a good girl’s body and I was about to bring it all to life..
“God yes, I want that.” She purred in my ear. I was sure it was the tequila talking, but fuck how I wanted her. Right now I'd move heaven and fucking hell to be buried in her, even if just for a second. I wasn’t going to let her go, not when it was obvious that she wanted me. You know what they say...the truth comes out when you drink.
“I bet you do. You’re a dirty girl. A bad, bad, girl. My girl.” I nibbled her ear as I spoke, sucking the lobe gently into my mouth. A tiny yelp fell from her lips as she began to climb my lap. Before I realized what she was doing, her lip’s were on my neck, her kisses frantic as she slid her tongue against my skin. Tasting me, licking the salt off my body and branding me as her own.
Fucking fuck me sideways this girl knew how to make a man want to blow his load right in his pants. All it took was the exact moment her lips touched mine. I had to stop myself before I did come in my pants.
“Thirty-five bucks.” The cab driver’s bored voice met my ears. I had totally lost track of time and even forgotten where we were. I looked out the window and realized we had finally made it to my apartment. Reaching for my back pocket, I pulled out my wallet and handed him a fifty. He looked pleased and said to have a nice night. Yeah I'm going to have better than a nice night. I got out and opened the door for her, extending my hand to help her get out.
With a loud creak I closed the door, waved and the driver drove away, leaving us both standing there on the sidewalk. I could still see some apprehension in her eyes, but the fear of the unknown had seamlessly slipped away just like the cab. With her hand in mine, we walked up the steps, through the gate and up to the double set of thick oak doors planked by long stained glass windows. I pressed the code into the security panel by the side of the column. The door buzzed opened and I pulled her close to me as I helped her inside. What little apprehension she was feeling moments ago had disappeared into thin air.
“Everything inside me says no, but when you touch me, kiss me, hell even look at me, it all fades away and it just feels so right. Like right now with you, here is where I belong.” Holy fuck, her words all but ripped out my heart. They scared the fuck out of me, too. I understood what she meant when she said "home" because this past week with her had given me a spark of life. Clearly we were ignoring the elephant in the room, meaning each other and the fact we had sex the first day we met.
I gripped her hand tightly in mine as we walked over to the elevator. I pressed the call button and within seconds the doors opened and we stepped inside. Pushing the four button for my floor, I turned on her like a lion on the hunt for its next meal. I pushed her gently against the wall, and she let me. Her eyes roamed over my body, the lustful stare in them telling me just what she needed.
My lips descended on hers with so much need I was worried I may hurt her with just my kiss alone. Our teeth clashed, and my fingers dug into her sides as I gripped her to my chest. I wanted her. I craved her. I had to have her.
“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. Fuck, I just can't get enough of you.” Every breath I took came out in a pant, my lips hovering above hers. The air between us thickened and my cock strained against my zipper like it never had before. Suddenly there was too much space between us and too many clothes covering our bodies.
“Take me, Ryan. Take me to your bed.” She begged, the longing in her voice for my cock was my undoing and the elevator door chimed open just in time. It was a damn miracle we made it to my door without being naked, Chloe’s legs wrapped around my midsection as she kissed the skin along my shoulder. It took everything in me not to shred her clothing right out in the hallway.
“Your pussy is going to pay for the dirty things you’re doing to me right now.” I growled as I inserted my key card into the slot on my door then I pushed the handle down and opened it.
As soon as we were inside I closed the door with my foot and headed straight to my bedroom, anxiety filling my veins. I had never brought a woman back to my home like this... it was my domain, my peace and quiet. Did this mean something?
I dumped Chloe onto the bed and undid my tie, kicked off my shoes, and made quick work of the rest of my clothing. I purposely left on my boxers so she could see my cock straining against the fabric. I reached for her, wanting to remove every single bit of fabric that had the pleasure of lying on her skin. She unbuttoned her blouse and slid it from her delicious frame.
“I’m jealous…” I nipped at her nipple, taking it between my teeth gently as I pushed both cups of her bra down. Her head fell back against the expensive red silk sheets, her lips parting as a deep moan fell from them. “These clothes…” I nipped at her other rosy bud, my teeth grazing against the sensitive flesh as I removed her bra, making my way down to her skirt. I gripped the zipper in between my fingers my eyes finding hers, asking for permission, begging for permission before I pulled the zipper down and took her in my arms.
“I want this Ryan. I want you.
” She looked like a siren beneath me her beautiful hair fanned out around her, her face was glowing, her eyes lust filled. She was ready for me and that made me happier than anything ever fucking had.
“Good, now hold on and enjoy the ride because I’m not stopping till your legs are shaking, and every single tenant on this floor knows my name, you understand me?” I promised her pleasure and I was going to deliver, not once, twice, or three times, but continually throughout the night. She would have to beg me to stop because my need for her couldn’t be fulfilled with just one fuck.
She smiled up at me, before she reached for my cock, still in my boxers wanting to be freed.
Oh hell no, if she wanted to touch me I was going to be touching her. She moved off the bed, her skirt falling to the floor and stood in nothing but her heels and a scandalous, barely there black lacy long. She pushed me back onto the bed with all her force.
“Oh fuck me, the sight of you right now is enough to make me cum.” She grabbed the waistband of my boxers with a naughty glint in her eyes before settling between my legs. Her nails raked against my skin as she released my cock and it sprang free as if it had been contained for a lifetime.
“I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you. All of you.” She confessed, my head tipped back as pleasure filled my veins the mere fact she wanted to suck me off was literally about to bring me to my knees. I’d received my fair share of blowjobs, and I'd fucked lots of women in my time but nothing, I mean nothing compared to having Chloe on her knees before me.
I cupped her underneath the chin my eyes colliding with hers, those dark blue eyes reminding me of ocean waves as they broke against the sand.
“It would be a fucking honor to have you suck my cock.” As soon as the words were said, a greedy smile formed upon her angelic face. I released her chin and within seconds my cock was surrounded by a blanket of warmth, her tongue gliding over the head and down the shaft eagerly as if she couldn’t get enough.