Game of Throbs Complete Series (Books 1-3)

by Piquette Fontaine

  “Yeah,” he said, and shook his head. “I can tell you from experience, you've got to be careful at those kinds of places. But anyway, all that is to say, you just continue with what you two were doing yesterday,” (I felt myself blush at this,) “You know, putting up more decorations, getting things ready for the party next week, that sort of thing.”

  “Right,” I nodded.

  “And if you have any questions, or need to know where anything is, just come and ask me about it. Obviously I'm pretty familiar with this place, so I'm more than happy to help you out if you need anything.”

  “Okay. Thank you!”

  He smiled. “Keep up the great work.”

  I scuttled out of his office, and set about my work day as best I could. I dragged out decorations, I set things up around abandoned corners of the office where I wouldn't be a bother to anyone, and I used a free computer to look up catering information for about a dozen nearby restaurants. And all the while my mind was about as far away from any of it as it could possibly be. I simply had too many questions that needed answered to be able to focus on anything as mundane as an office Christmas party...

  The explanation Mr. De Louise had given me for Liam's absence added up perfectly, didn't it? It explained everything...

  But what if it was all a lie?

  What if, after he shafted me in the elevator shaft, he decided he wasn't as interested in pursuing anything more than that as he thought he was? What if he pulled out of me, and concocted a lie on the spot about some made up client dinner, preparing his excuse for missing work the next day in advance so he didn't have to see me? Did he think that that would work? That a few days spent apart would be enough to erase the events of that night from my mind? That I would just move on as easy as that?

  The worst part of it was, today was a Friday. Tomorrow was the beginning of the weekend, which meant that I wouldn't be able to see him again until at least Monday, or at least not here at the office, in order to find out the truth.

  Was that his plan all along?

  I spent the day flip flopping back and forth as I worked, feeling the swell of self-confidence that he'd given the night before, and then plummeting back down again beneath the weight of all my doubts. I just couldn't make up my mind about what the hell was real, and what was just in my head.

  I was honestly pretty glad I had all this work to do to keep me occupied, otherwise I might just have gone completely crazy...

  From time to time, the day would be moving either too fast or too slow, depending on my mood at any given point. By the time five o'clock rolled around, I knew for a fact that I had no interest in rushing out the doors with all the other workers. This weekend was going to be a very, very long one as I waited in suspense for the truth, and I thought staying behind and working was the best way to make it through the long and lonely hours.

  Again, it was pretty late in the evening by the time I started to think about going home, so late that I thought that I was the last one left in the whole office. Just me and my thoughts, imagining how very different I'd felt here with Liam only the night before.

  But it turned out I wasn't alone. I realized this when Mr. De Louise came stepping around a corner around 7:45 that evening, scaring the bajeezus out of me.

  I gasped, nearly stumbling backwards at the sight of him, and he rushed toward me.

  “Oh God... Are you alright?” he said, holding out a hand like he wanted to keep me from falling.

  “Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just thought I was the only one here.”

  He smiled at me. “I thought the same thing, but then I started hearing someone rustling around out here. I have to say, I'm very impressed by your dedication.”

  There was no question at this point that my face was burning scarlet. I shrugged. “Like I said, I really like doing this kind of thing.”

  He nodded. “Why don't you show me how it's going? I'd like to see what else you've gotten done today, and how plans are going for the Christmas party...”

  Stiffly, I agreed. I began to show him around the office as though I owned the place, pointing to the new decorations, and detailing plans about the office holiday party as I went along. A kind of sexual tension seemed to be forming between the two of us as we walked side by side, suspiciously similar to the one I'd felt with Liam the night before. You know, how I'd been thinking there wasn't a chance in hell it could happen, right up until the point that it did...

  “And that's about it,” I said, concluding my tour with a wave of my arms. “It's what I've got planned anyway.”

  “It sounds wonderful,” said Chandler, and peered deep into my eyes. A silence lingered in the air between us for several seconds, until suddenly I saw him looking up at something. I looked up too, curious, and then I felt my mouth fall open.

  “Mistletoe,” he said.

  By this point my face was positively scarlet. “Oh... Yeah...” I said, gulping. “I um... I hope that's okay. Liam said they had to stop hanging it a few years back, you know, because of all the sexual harassment suits that it caused. But he thought times had changed enough, that maybe now...”

  He stopped me before I could say anything more, by reaching a hand forward, gripping my fingers in his own. “Chloe,” he said, in a deep, penetrating voice.

  “Y- yes,” I whimpered, gazing into him.

  “Do you remember what I said to you yesterday? That I want you to feel like you're a part of this organization?”

  “I- yes,” I said, a kind of heat radiating over me, my body preparing itself for what it knew was about to happen.

  “The truth is,” he said, “I want to be a part of you too... Do you understand?”

  “Yes...” I whispered desperately, burning.

  “I've felt that way for a long, long time. Is that something you think you might want, too?”

  “Yes...” This time, I barely managed to croak the word.

  “Okay,” he whispered.

  Then he tenderly lifted a hand, and placed it against the side of my face.

  He leaned in, and kissed me.

  I poured myself into him.

  Again, I was filled with disbelief. Disbelief that a man like this could be kissing, ravishing a girl like me. That a man like this could be kissing me, one day after a man like Liam had done me in an elevator. That I was allowing myself to give into temptation so easily, maybe even putting both potential relationships at risk with what might be considered an infidelity against one boss for another.

  But I just couldn't stop myself...

  All the angst I'd been feeling about Liam's absence mixed with the burning lust I'd been feeling toward Chandler since the day I started working here. The result was explosive, irrepressible. I no longer had the ability or the desire to slow down and collect myself.

  He wrapped me tight into his arms, hands up my blouse just as Liam's had been. He dipped me backward, and kissed me hard and deep, letting his tongue wrestle with my own. He pushed it into my cheeks. He poured his saliva into me. I sucked back desperately on him, feeling that I couldn't possibly get enough of what he had to offer.

  I sighed, and shook, and slowly he brought me down onto the floor, where he could explore me more freely, without the constraints of gravity. He climbed up on top of me, so that I could feel his hard on through his suit, grinding against my thighs. I put my hands in his hair, and worked my fingers along his scalp as he kissed me. He reached up for my chest, and took my tits in his hands, squeezing them through the cups of my bra, and pushing them along my body.

  It felt absolutely wonderful...

  “Oh... Oh God,” I whimpered, a slave to his touch, my eyes beginning to roll back into my head. He kissed the side of my neck, and I was grateful as hell for the poor lighting in this section of the office, robbing him of his ability to see Liam's hickey from the night before in the exact same spot.

  He peeled out of his shirt, revealing to me a physique that rivaled Liam's own in its chiseled intensity. He then dipped down to duplica
te his efforts on me, pulling open my blouse, popping away the buttons the same way Liam's shirt had exploded in the elevator the night before. The straps of my bra were already falling down along my arms, and he finished the job, pulling away the cups, and exposing for his pleasure the warm, soft pillows of my breasts.

  He reached up for them, and began to caress, to squeeze, to pinch on the sensitive nipples. I whimpered at his touch, and yet it was nothing compared to the moment where he brought his face forward, and proceeded to take me into his mouth. I cried as he pulled back with his lips, suckling on me, rolling his tongue around each areola. The pressure was intense and glorious as he bobbed his head against my chest, filling me with ecstasy. Whichever breast he wasn't proceeding to drink from, he was squeezing in his free hand, not relenting in his efforts for a second as he alternated back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

  A laid back and accepted his gift, spine arched, eyes angled toward the ceiling as he ravished me. I caressed his hair steadily as he proceeded to suck, to lick, to bite, until finally something very much resembling an orgasm began to tremble through my chest, something I'd never really experienced before. I held him tight to my breast as the pleasure coursed through me, smothering him in my boobs, crying as the moments ticked by.

  At last the strange and wonderful feeling ebbed away again, leaving me panting and breathless, my body shaking. He continued to run kisses around my chest as I recovered, not content to stop just because he'd gotten me to that point.

  But I was more than ready, at that point, to return the favor.

  “Roll over,” I whispered to him, and I felt his body toppling from off of me onto the floor beside me. I changed positions, getting up and scooting across the floor to him. I looked briefly at the backs of my arms, which were a little bit red from being dragged across the office carpet. The two of us were going to have one hell of a rug burn by the time this was all over...

  I knelt down at his waist, and undid the button of his pants. I pulled them down off of him, underwear and all, and set them aside on the floor, excited as I watched his long, hard penis, swinging through the air before my eyes. It was so hot, I actually found myself reaching for my left boob and tweaking the nipple a little bit. I think he liked watching me do it, but I knew he would like what I had in store for him next even more than that...

  I climbed up to him, and slowly closed my hand around his curved shaft. I watched it closely, fixated as I began to push the skin up and down along him, the flesh warm and moist between my fingers. I tugged it along several times, moving harder and faster with each stroke, to the point that soon I was lightly smacking his balls with my fist every time I moved down. Then I leaned in and spit on the bulbous purple head of his erection, my saliva dripping down along him, and pooling down around my clenched fist.

  I stroked him a few last times, just to spread out my fluids along him, then I opened my mouth wide, and took him in my mouth.

  “Ohhhhhh, God,” he sighed, lying back with his arms crossed behind his head. Surely, this was what a man in his position spent his whole life working for...

  I began slowly to suck his cock for him, chestnut hair cascading along my shoulders as I moved. His long, hard penis plunged repeatedly down into my throat, his head tapping against the back as I bowed into his lap, again and again and again. Swallowing him whole, all the way to his balls, pulling back up slowly, building up an immense suction, and then swallowing him up all over again.

  “Oh God... Yes... Yes... Yes...”

  I rolled my tongue hungrily along the underside of his shaft, thinking he would like this, and his grunts indicated that he did indeed. I pulled back harder and harder with my cheeks, grunting, snorting, choking on him as my nostrils flared for breath.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  My breasts began to shake as I nodded up and down against him, my hair to flow all around me, saliva to pour along my chin in streams, onto my chest, onto his testicles.

  “Oh God!”

  He reached for me, and slammed my head hard up against him, clenching his buttocks together and holding himself pressed as far into me as he could manage. I couldn't breathe, and could feel myself choking on spit, but I was so turned on that I didn't dare protest. I just let him keep me there, held tight, certain that at any moment my dedication would be rewarded with a dripping mouthful of his hot cum.

  He shook, and his body seized up around me, and I thought for damn sure that ejaculation was imminent. But at last he sighed, releasing my hair from his grip, and the only liquid in my mouth was the immense quantity of spit I'd worked up throat fucking him.

  I pulled my lips off of him, coughing until I could manage to speak clearly again. “How didn't you cum?” I asked, wiping spit from my chin with the side of my hand.

  “Orgasm control,” he said, raising a lurid eyebrow. “I did climax, hard, but I managed to save myself long enough to keep going, if you know what I mean...”

  I grinned at him, impressed.

  “Well then,” I said, “we shouldn't let all that effort go to waste...”

  I peeled out of my skirt and panties, climbed up on top of him, and straddled him cowgirl style.

  I cried out as I lowered myself down onto him, underestimating his length and girth as I'd done with Liam. He stretched me out hard, pushing me apart, until at last I touched down against his pelvis, his manhood driven so far and deep up in me that I was shaking.

  I began to sway on top of him, to undulate. He sighed, and I pushed my body harder, letting my flesh bend in waves, pleasuring him as my internal walls rubbed up against his rock hard erection. The friction felt amazing as I fucked him, pleasure radiating through my body, starting at my pelvis and then shooting into every limb. It was so good, so deep, and soon I moved from swaying like a belly dancer to actually bouncing up and down on top of him. I could tell that he liked this, the pressure of my weight as it came down against his pelvis, the shooting of his dripping shaft up and down into my wet pussy, the way my sweat soaked boobs bounced all over the place as I rode him.

  I bounced, and screamed, and wore myself out on top of him, pressing my womanhood as deep into as I could with each successive collision of flesh. At last, I started to get tired out, to the point that I couldn't keep moving like this any longer. I held myself pressed down against him for several seconds, then collapsed forward onto his rock hard chest, feeling its surface moving underneath me as he panted for breath, almost as hard as I was.

  “I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” I wheezed into his ear. “I need to take a break for a minute...”

  “Don't be sorry,” he said back, and nibbled on my flesh. “Why don't you let me take it from here?”

  And take it from there he did...

  I felt him reach down, and press against the small of my back in a way that was insanely pleasurable. Holding me pinned in place, he angled his body slightly upward beneath me, altering the sexual dynamic by just the least degree.

  And then, he began to ram me from below.

  I couldn't believe it... It didn't seem possible that he should be able to produce such a force in the position he was in, that he could shove himself so hard up into my body that way that I practically saw stars. And yet he did. Repeatedly he pounded up into me from beneath, hoisting my pelvis up into the air and ramming me with his powerful dick.

  “Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I started to scream, getting wetter and wetter, hotter and hotter with each incredible penetration. I loved the feeling of his muscular torso writhing beneath me, the movement of his thighs as he reared back and then cast himself forward. And most of all, I loved the hard pounding of his body into mine, the driving of his head and shaft so high up between my legs that I thought we might never disentangle ourselves, that I would seize up around him so hard that it would be impossible for us to separate.

  Faster and faster, more and more brutally he fucked me, holding my sweaty body tight up against him as it tried to sway, to flinch in his arms. He wasn't letting me g
o until he'd gotten me right where he wanted me, and his restraint magnified the pleasure about a hundred times over.

  He grunted, and roared, and I screamed as he shoved himself up into me one final time, pressing his body upward into my own as the two of us erupted in sweet carnal union. This time he did cum, hard, into my shaking, burning anatomy. The load was thick and hot, jizzing deep up into me, filling me with his love for several seconds on end, and setting me over the edge.

  Orgasm burned through me, stabbing through my body in places I didn't even know existed, penetrating me to my deepest depths. Every muscle in my form seized up around him as the pleasure washed over me, holding him tighter, and tighter, and then bursting as the ecstasy reached its apex. I let out an intense gasp, and collapsed as the sensations went away, just like that, leaving me breathless.

  I lay there, panting on his chest, for several moments after he extricated himself. In the brilliance of the afterglow, he began to run kisses all over my naked body, appreciating and worshipping me, thanking me for allowing such an amazing union to take place.