by MacKay, Cali
She gave him a scolding look that made him want to put her over his knee and spank her ass red. “I’m not quite sure how you’ve managed to get me to ignore the little fact that we’re supposed to keep things purely professional.”
“It’s just one of my many talents when it comes to you and you alone, Ms. Harper Jones. But just so we’re clear, I don’t believe I ever said anything contrary to the effect that I wanted nothing more than to fuck you until you were screaming my name.” He brushed her cheek and stole a kiss, his lips lingering on hers. “Now let’s get to that party before I decide it’ll be more fun to turn on that vibe and see how many times we can get you to come.”
The party was being held at a local club by his European distributor, and was already thronged with people by the time they got there. Clio might be a relatively small company, but they’d captured a good portion of the market with their constant innovations. The head of the sales and marketing department at their distributor waved Marshall down, stepping away from the small group he was with to welcome them.
“Klaus…good to see you again.” Most of their business was conducted via phone or email, though they’d met on a few occasions. Marshall made sure to speak loud enough to be heard over the thumping bass of the music, which thankfully wasn’t so loud that one couldn’t carry on a conversation. “This is one of my most brilliant engineers, Harper Jones. Harper, this is Klaus Geisler from Oaken Inc.”
“It’s a pleasure.” Klaus shook Harper’s hand, his touch lingering as his gaze took her and he gave her a dashing smile, all sparkle and charisma. “Beauty and brains…the best of combinations. Will you be in London long?”
“Just for the conference. I’m afraid I’ve left several projects on hold, and I’m eager to get back to them.” When she glanced over at Marshall, he shifted closer to her so that her body brushed against his. And as his head filled with her fruity scent, he couldn’t help but slip his arm around her waist, not only because he desperately wanted her, but because he also wanted to make sure Klaus understood that she was taken.
“Well, I’ve no doubt Marshall will remind you to balance work with pleasure.” Klaus gave Marshall a sly look as if telling him he was a lucky bastard—which he most certainly was, since Marshall was going to be the one fucking Harper later that night. “Make sure you see me before you go. And tonight is fun only. Have a great time, and we’ll catch up on work later.”
As Klaus wandered away, Marshall tightened his hold on Harper and pulled her to him, catching her mouth in a kiss as her curves slipped against his hard-on. He caught the lobe of her ear between his teeth and ran his hands down to her ass, cupping her cheeks in his palms. “Did you see how much Klaus wanted you? But you’re all mine, sunshine.”
“Am I now?” When she looked up at him with a mischievous smile and started to slip away, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him once more, tightening his hold on her as he shifted them back into a shadow.
“You most certainly are, Ms. Jones.” And then, as if to prove his point, he fingered the remote to the vibe and flicked it on, pleased to see her eyes go wide. “However, I’m happy to remind you if need be.”
“Marshall…” Her hands gripped his biceps as she sucked in a breath and leaned into him. “I can’t believe you. That’s just mean—and we’re in public, no less.”
“Isn’t that why it’s so fun? Because you know anyone might notice the look of pleasure on your face, that they might catch a glimpse of my hand on your ass and realize that you’re bare-assed under your dress, or they might hear your wanton whimpers as you try to hold back the screams of your orgasm.” He tipped her chin up so she’d be forced to look at him…and so he could see the effect the vibe was having on her, the way her chest lifted with each shallow breath, her plump lips parted, and how her eyes slipped shut. “Sweet girl…you’re so fucking gorgeous. And we both know that the fact that anyone could be watching at this very moment, that Klaus might still have his gaze fixated on you, is turning you on to no end.”
“Please, Marshall…I’m going to come.” If it weren’t for his arm around her waist, holding her up, he had no doubt her knees would have given out on her.
When he spoke, he couldn’t quite keep the humor from his voice, his lips twitching into a smile. “I can’t tell if you want to come or if you don’t? Which one is it, Ms. Jones? Because I could play with the controls on the remote if you wish.”
“Fuck….” And then she was coming undone in his arms, quivering and trembling as the waves of her orgasm rocked her body and he held her close. Flicking off the vibe, he scooped her into his arms, loving how she held onto him, her head cradled against his neck and shoulder.
“You’re so precious, Harper.” He sat them down in a shadowed nook, leaving her curled up in his lap so he could hold her close, nowhere near ready to let go of her just yet. She felt perfect in his arms, and his heart hitched unexpectedly, though he was willing to blame it on the fact that he’d never wanted anyone more, his cock rock hard and aching to have her.
With her nestled in his arms and her ass resting against his hard length, Marshall shifted them so they could people-watch and take in the entertainment provided on small stages throughout the club. There were several erotic tableaus playing out, some more vanilla than others, but with every scene designed to arouse and sexually charge the atmosphere.
She shifted in his arms to look around, the movement causing her plump ass cheeks to rub invitingly against his cock. “Wow…this is some party, Marshall. They really don’t hold back at these sorts of things, do they?”
“Not usually, though this is pretty mild compared to some of the other parties that’ll be held this week.” He brushed his cheek against hers and nipped his way down her neck, one hand gripping her hip to shift her along his hard length as his other hand slipped up her thigh, inching its way closer to her slick heat.
She covered his hand with hers and tried to push it away, even as her hips rocked against his cock. “Marshall…people will see.”
“Does the thought of it turn you on?” If he had to put money on it, he bet it did. And then he spotted an all too familiar form, biting back a groan. Why did Claire insist on following him around? All the way to London, no less. “Fuck.”
“What? What’s wrong?” Harper glanced around the room and then turned to him, her brow creased with concern.
“Come on, sweetheart…I think it’s time we moved this back to the hotel. I want you naked, with your tight body wrapped around my cock.” Shifting Harper onto her feet, she pulled her dress down as far as it would go, as if trying to ignore the little fact that her underwear was in his pocket and she had a vibe stuck against her G-spot.
Standing at her side, he pulled her into his arms, covering her mouth with his, unable to resist her and wondering if he’d ever get his fill. Then, before Claire could spot them, he was moving Harper through the crowds and towards the nearest exit.
By the time they got back to their hotel room, he could barely keep his hands off her, his body thrumming with desire and on one singular track that had little to do with anything but the most primal of needs.
She gave him a flirty look over her shoulder as she pulled out of his grasp and wandered into their room, her sweet ass swaying while her gorgeous legs teetered on heels that him going even harder than he already was. “I’d say I trust you to share the bed—but I don’t. Not in the least.”
“Probably wise since I have every intention of making you come so hard every room on this floor will know my name.” Marshall caught her hand in his and pulled her to him, slipping his arm around her waist, making it impossible to ignore the way her soft curves pressed against his body. “And before you start panicking, it doesn’t have to be anything more than just one night, sweet girl.”
If he had to convince her again tomorrow, then he’d do just that. Anything to make sure he had her in his arms once more.
Her eyes narrowed as she took him in, as if reading his mind. �
�Why do I have a feeling one night’s going to turn into the whole week?”
“It will if I have anything to say about it.” His hands slipped gently down her back and cupped her ass, hauling her against his hard cock as he nipped and nibbled on her neck, so she shivered in his arms and pressed herself against him in response. He desperately wanted her, and though he knew she wanted to keep her distance, it was clear she wanted him too. He just needed her to throw caution to the wind, and give in to what was between them, instead of constantly overthinking things. Because the truth was, they both needed this thing between them, and there was no denying it.
She let out a needy moan when he trailed bites and kisses down her neck, her back arching in his arms as the lingering scent of her perfume filled his head and spurred him on. He nipped on her breasts through the fabric, catching her nipples between his teeth, first one and then the other, feeling the nubs of flesh tighten and harden in his mouth.
Shifting her back, he pinned her against the wall, catching her mouth in a hard kiss as he lifted her arms above her head and held them there in the grip of one hand, as his other hand skimmed down her body, pausing to run his thumb over her nipple before giving it a pinch and a tug.
She arched against him and bit back a needy moan in response, clearly wanting him as badly as he wanted her. “How is it you always manage to convince me to stray off the path I’m determined to stay on?”
“It’s because the path you’re so determined to stay on is not the path you truly want to be on.” He tipped her chin up and bit her lip, his eyes locked on hers and filled with humor. “You see, Ms. Jones…the path you want is the one that leads to you in my bed naked. And since we both know it to be the truth, there’s little point in denying it.”
“Okay…you might be right, but that doesn’t mean this isn’t a stupid idea.”
“Sweet girl, we’re both far from stupid, and there’s nothing wrong with enjoying ourselves.” He’d been craving her since their one time together, and it left him desperate to have her once more.
Yanking her dress up off her head, he took but a minute to appreciate the pretty black and pink lace bra that allowed him to see her pert nipples through the diaphanous fabric, before he flicked the clasp open and tossed it aside, leaving her naked to his touch.
His hands slipped up the sides of her waist until he could run his thumbs under the swell of her breasts before shifting further up to tease her nipples. He loved seeing her breath catch…loved to see her need for him override her determination to keep her distance.
“I bet you just love the fact that I can’t resist you.” She glared at him, but her anger held no heat and was short-lived, extinguished when he sucked her nipple into his mouth and let his fingers glide up her inner thighs to slowly stroke her clit, her sex slick and ready for him.
“Do you think it’s easy for me to stay away from you? Don’t you think I’ve tried? Well, I have, Harper—and I’ve failed miserably, which means that if I can’t stay away, if I can’t keep myself from wanting you, then my only alternative is to do everything in my power to have you.” He scoffed at just how true his words were with a frustrated shake of his head. Not having her just wasn’t an option. “On your knees, Ms. Jones.”
“Damn it…why does that turn me on?” With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his shirt, letting him shrug out of it, as she worked the button and zipper on his jeans, freeing his cock and stroking him. With her still standing before him, he caught her mouth in a hungry kiss as her hand slipped its way up his erect shaft, her thumb circling the head of his cock and smearing the pre-cum down the crease. “You make me crazy, Marshall.”
“Ms. Jones…crazy will be the least of your worries when I have you tied to the bed and I’m paddling your ass for disobeying me earlier. Now get on your knees, sweet girl, before you make matters worse for yourself.” Fuck…he didn’t know what had gotten into him, but Harper had it so he couldn’t think straight.
Maybe it was because all the years he’d spent with Claire were years spent compromising, her needs far more vanilla than his own. Not that he was into anything extreme. But, fucking hell…sex with Claire had been…lifeless and uninspired. And not for lack of trying—on his part at least. As for Claire and her efforts—well, she was too busy screwing around behind his back to have any real interest in his needs.
And then there was Harper, who made him feel free and left him feeling uninhibited. She reminded him what it was like to truly want sex, to truly enjoy it and relish it—but there was more between them…so much more.
Harper pushed him back towards the bed, shifting his jeans down over his hips so he could kick them off and toss them aside, leaving him naked and erect before her. Slowly, with her hands running down his body and his cock slipping between her full breasts, she got to her knees and nuzzled his cock with her cheek as she looked up at him, her lips brushing against his delicate skin. “Is this what you want?”
“It’s a good start.” And when she ran her tongue up the length of his shaft and then wrapped her lips around his cock, it was even better. “That’s it, Ms. Jones…”
Unable to pull his gaze away, he watched her suck him, her lips stretched around his girth, as she took a little more of him with each pass while her hands worked down his shaft. Fuck, she was gorgeous, and the fact that she couldn’t resist him, that she wanted him so honestly, for the sheer pleasure of it, only added to the moment.
Tangling his fingers in her hair, he fisted her mahogany locks, loving the control it gave him, loving that he could set the pace and could decide just how much of him she’d take. And when she let out a needy moan in response, the vibrations it sent humming against his cock had him thrusting his hips forward as she eagerly took him.
“Harper…that’s so fucking good.” He couldn’t help but fuck her mouth, his cock slipping in and out past her lips as his pace quickened, her fingers stroking his balls and that tender spot just behind them. He could feel the pressure building at this core, every nerve in his body thrumming with energy as he rode that razor’s edge, his orgasm racing right at him. “I’m going to come, love. You have me so close.”
And then she did something with her tongue and he was done for. With a primal grunt, his body tensed as he thrust into her mouth, his cock pulsing his hot cum down her throat as she eagerly swallowed it, his breathing ragged and heavy as the vision of her on her knees seared itself in his head. “That…was…fucking hell, Harper…that was amazing.”
“Quid pro quo, Clarice.” Her Silence of the Lambs reference had him biting back a laugh as she got to her feet and pushed him back onto the bed so she could straddle him. The fact that she was so eager to play, that she wanted more, and was willing to take what she wanted was such a fucking turn-on.
With her kneeling on the bed by his side, he stroked her clit and then, slipping his fingers deep inside her, he hooked the loop on the plug and slowly pulled it out of her tight pussy as he swallowed her needy moans with a hungry kiss. Tossing the plug aside, he laid back and grabbed her hand, pulling her to him and positioning her so she now straddled his face, giving him access to her sweet cunt.
“Is this what you want, love?” Gripping her hips, he pulled her to him, running his tongue along her slick slit, her juices salty sweet on his tongue as he parted her soft folds and flicked at her clit. She was so fucking wet for him, and it turned him on to no end to know that she’d enjoyed blowing him.
“Most definitely.” Her breath caught and she bit her lip as her hips rocked against him, her fingers tangling in his hair as if she was holding on to him, her body tensing with each flick of his tongue.
Reaching up, he teased her nipple and sucked on her clit, causing her pace to quicken as she reached back and stroked his cock and he went hard for her once more. Fucking her with his tongue, her thighs tightened as he pushed her towards her orgasm, gripping her ass and pulling her closer, deeper, her moans spurring him on. And then she was quivering against him as she cried out his
name, her orgasm tearing through her as he milked the last of it from her sweet body until her breathing finally slowed back to normal.
Her lips kicked up in a mischievous smile as she looked down at him. “Not only are you fantastic with your cock, but you’re also pretty damn amazing with that mouth of yours. And that bit of stubble…don’t ever shave it off.”
He couldn’t help but laugh as he shifted her off him and onto her hands and knees, giving her a playful slap across the ass, his cock already aching to have her. Grabbing his jeans up off the floor, he dug out a condom and sheathed himself, pushing thoughts of taking her bare from his mind, even if he’d like nothing more than to sink into her, skin to skin. Tight as she was, he knew it’d feel fucking amazing. Yet the last thing he needed was to have two women pregnant with his children, and at the same time no less. Unfortunately, after Claire, he wasn’t quite ready to give anyone that sort of trust. Not yet, anyway.
Kneeling by Harper’s side, he fisted her hair and gently pulled her head back so he could kiss her, his tongue darting past her lips as he swallowed her needy moans. “Tell me you want this, Harper.”
“I do, Marshall…I want you more than is wise.” She bit her bottom lip and arched her back as he let go of her hair and let his fingers dance down her spine to her perfectly plump ass.
Shifting so that his thighs brushed against hers, he grabbed his erect cock and slipped the head of it against her slit, working it from her clit to her ass and back again, teasing her until he could take no more. With a tilt of his hips, he sunk his cock into her, taking her with one go, forcing her tight little body to stretch around his thick cock. “You feel so fucking good, Harper… If I were to die tomorrow, I swear, I’d die a happy man after having your sweet cunt.”