by Dace Everan
His thoughts were interrupted by the loud sigh and papers softly falling to the desk top. His grin grew further. She even sounded beautiful, all frustrated and annoyed. He guessed she had noticed her hair out of place and that of course would annoy her further. When he felt her weight come to rest on his tummy, surprise filled him. His eyes shot open and his heart skipped a beat. Flowing raven locks poured around her shoulders, her pristine white blouse was undone, and her cleavage fed his perverted hunger for her further. His hand moved to her thighs, slightly disappointed by the smooth silkiness of her nylons. Her smile was mischievous. She leaned close, her lips whispering over his. “I have a surprise for you.” She purred before her teeth nipped at his lips.
“Mm, what would that be?” he asked, shifting, his dick becoming uncomfortably hard in his pants, pressing against his zipper.
Lania giggled, tugging on her skirt ever so slowly. “Something you asked of me the other day,” she offered.
Cal groaned. Oh, he knew what was happening. They had argued, yelled, and parted ways in a horrible fashion. Then before he had left the room, he had turned around and said, For once it would be nice to come in here and fuck you silly rather than yell at you till you act silly! He wasn’t sure where it had come from but he had regretted the words since he had spoken them. They had been on the silent treatment of each other ever since.
“You had a good point, Cal.” Her tongue laved his neck and her hands worked on the button of his jeans. “This may be my office, and I may think of it as a place of business.” She tugged at his shirt, pulling it from his pants. Her hands spread over his hard abs, feeling his strength. Her gaze bore into his. “But I need to loosen up.” Her lips spread in a smile and she unzipped him, rising off him to tug his pants down enough to grasp his thick dick and free him from his briefs. A sigh escaped him as her hand circled him, as her finger slid over the tip of his dick, marvelling in the slit that beaded a sweet pearl of pre cum for her. “I do think you are right.” She dipped, kissing the bulbous head of his dick. “You need to fuck me silly.” She circled her mouth around him, giving him a hard suck. She was rewarded with the sweet, teasing taste of his essence.
“Swear, woman.” His words were shaky and threatening all in the same breath.
Lania giggled, sitting up and lifting her skirt up, showing him her bare pussy. “If you don’t take me, I’ll take you, Cal,” she warned. A squeal escaped her as she was hefted up and positioned under him, his hard dick poking against her thigh as his mouth came crashing down on hers. Her hands grasped his hair and held him in place as their lips met, as their teeth smashed passionately against each other. Her hips ground against him, her legs spreading. Her wet cunt was eager to have his dick fill her. She pulled her mouth away, breathless. “I want it now, Cal,” she pleaded, her eyes widening as he shoved his dick into her. A small squeak escaped her at the abrupt action.
Cal held still and let her adjust to him, his grin growing as hers grew. Her chest fell and rose rapidly, and she anticipated his next move. Every night since they had been home he had made love to her. Even if they were being childish during the daylight hours to one another. Once he entered her room it was a different atmosphere. All arguments disappeared and he focused fully on her and letting her know how much he wanted and loved her. And she loved every moment of it, marvelled at how he made her feel loved, cherished, and above all else, safe. When he shoved her leg up over his shoulder, the sigh that escaped her hardened him further. “Ready, baby?” he asked, just as breathless as she.
Lania licked her lips and grasped his hair. “Now please, Cal. Fast and hard,” she asked sweetly. No shame in her face as she asked him to take her, to fuck her. She didn’t need foreplay with him. All she needed and wanted right now was for him to fuck her hard and fast. To possess her, to own her. When his hips pounded her, the tightening that had been occurring in her belly since the moment he had entered the room tightened further. The friction of his throbbing dick hitting that sweet spot they had discover the other night burned her, hurtling her toward that place of lightness, of a high she had never ever gotten from any drug she had stupidly experimented with years ago.
This high was more than the one she had ever gotten from topping him, from bringing him to that place of his own high. Her grip tightened on his hair and pulled as the coil deep in her belly expanded and exploded, as her cunt clenched around him, sucking at his dick, milking him. Her back arched and she screamed as she came in a shuddering mess around him. When his weight fell on her and the warmth of his cum spread in her and seeped out from between his dick and the walls of her cunt, she giggled. She loosened her grip on his hair and straightened it out. A shudder tore through her as his dick pulsed deeply in her. His hot breath caressed her neck.
“Fuck I love that giggle, baby,” he gushed, his hips jerking a few more times against her.
Lania giggled further, her lips kissing his. She released a calming breath. “You’re right.” She sighed, caressing his ear.
“Mm?” he asked, nibbling on her earlobe.
“I need to be fucked silly more. This is so much more fun than yelling at you and crying when you storm away all angry and hurt from my mean words.”
Cal’s head came up and he looked at her. “Crying?”
Lania sighed, tracing his lips. “Yeah I…hate yelling at you.” She whispered the second part. “I like the yelling you induce from me doing this, though.”
Cal smiled, his hands framing her face. “Lots of stress in this beautiful head of yours.” Lania shook her head. Cal raised a challenging brow. Daring her to argue his words. Her lips held closed at the look. “I don’t come here to annoy you, Lania.” He gave her a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “I come here because I love you. Because I can feel your anxiety when we have lunch and just want to offer you my companionship. To be here in case you need or want to talk.”
Lania’s heart burst into a million pieces, and tears rimmed her eyes. “Communication is not my best forte.” She tried to argue, her voice scratchy from emotion.
Cal barked out in laughter, kissing her good and hard. “Woman! Communication is your forte! Sharing personal dilemmas is not your forte,” he corrected. He pulled from her and reversed their positions so his weight wasn’t squishing her. That and her tits had burst a few buttons from her blouse and now hung neatly for him to view. His dick twitched. “Jarden has assured me though that you are doing well in the evenings.”
Lania nodded. It was true. She had taken up playing board games with the man and it turned out she talked a lot when she was distracted. “I enjoy my evening games with Jarden,” she assured.
Cal grinned. “Good, he enjoys them as well.” His thumb caressed her pebbled nipple. Lania straightened out, thrusting her breasts out further, giving him more to handle, to touch, to see. “Have you decided to sell that beautiful apartment of yours or not?” she asked, eyes closing as his hands massaged her breasts and she rotated her hips against his. His semi hard dick stroked her clit in the most pleasurable way.
“Not selling,” he answered, pinching her nipples.
Lania looked down at him. She wasn’t going to ask him again to move in. Already she had asked him a million times and his answer had been the same every time. “Need to figure my shit out.” She hated that answer.
“You remember that sub Robin from Laird’s club?” he asked, cupping her tits in the palms of his hands, pushing them up, and squishing them together.
Lania froze in spot. She had seen him look at the little woman numerous times in the last month and had seen interest in his eyes she had not seen before. “What about her?” she grumbled.
Cal pinched her nipples hard. The flare of anger in her eyes told him he had her attention. “I found out her real-life boyfriend had been beating her up. The one who always drops her off at the club and gives her a little smack on her bottom then rushes away.”
Lania nodded, interest peaked. Poor Robin had been beaten on! In a bad way. Not cool
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“Well turns out that fucker was also cheating on her. He would drop her off, then run off to his lover’s house and do what he did then return and pick up Robin after she was finished work.”
Lania looked at him. “But Robin is a sub.” Subs didn’t work for money at the club. They could work for their membership serving drinks and whatnot. Most of the women that worked in the club were working there to be trained to become subs.
Cal nodded. “In a club that allows no sex, no penetration whatsoever, if you take a really good look. And you of all people should know better, Lania. Robin works more than anything else in there. I talked to Laird. He put her on payroll over a year ago. Found out she was low on funds and helped her out. I am now going to do the same.”
Lania looked at him, waiting to hear how he was going to help her.
“She’ll be renting my apartment from me.” He pulled on her nipples until she squeaked. He grinned, grazing his palms over the sensitive tips. “I was hoping you would help me girlify it for her. Help me move my crap out. You know, to that place you keep on asking me to move to.”
Lania’s eyes lit up and she squealed. She cupped his face and planted a big kiss on him. “Absolutely!” She went to shove off him, but her movement halted at his hands grasping her hips and pulling her back to him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded.
Lania grinned. “I have to go get shit done. I am not giving you the chance to change your mind!” She hopped off him, paying no attention to straightening her skirt or pulling it down to cover her naked ass from his sight. Nor did she make a move to straighten her shirt and cover those beautiful tits from his sight as she stood at her desk, reaching across for the phone, her legs spread, her ass on display.
Cal growled and in a fluid movement rolled off the chaise. “Make it quick, sugar,” he ordered, coming up behind her, grasping her hips and stroking his once-again hard dick between her spread legs. Her juices, his juices, coated his hard dick. “Quick, unless you can talk while I fuck you.” His dick sank into her asshole, and the phone clattered to the desk with clunk.
“Cal!”
His laughter was thick and his dick thicker in her ass. “You can’t saunter around with this beautiful ass out in the open and not expect me not to take it.” He purred, making long slow strokes, causing her hips to circle.
She hummed in lustful satisfaction, coming up on her toes. “You’re right, that was very unfair of me to do,” she declared breathlessly.
Cal chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. Yes, that was very unfair of her. He cupped her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “I love you, Lania Grayling,” he declared. Her passion-filled eyes misted over and her red lips curled in a smile.
“I love you, Mr. Callahan Bines.”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I am the proud mother of two wonderful children who are soon going to enter the tween years. AAHHH Save me! I started dabbling in writing at a young age. My first story was a twisted story about bunny rabbits and a little girl in a mystical forest, an evil mother who wanted nothing more than rabbit stew. (I was eight.) My older sister introduced me to romance novels at the tender age of eleven and I've loved them since.
I find being able to create a world of wonderful characters an amazing achievement. I had always figured historical romance was where my heart laid, but after reading a few BDSM and erotica e-books. My mind was changed and I have never felt so comfortable in my life than in being able to create wonderful people and bring them together with a little spank and tickle.
I love Sci-fi and Zombies! Horror flicks and nightmares are a normal for me. I once had a dream about rainbows and sunshine and unicorns and lovey dovey stuff and that scared the hell out of me. Happy dreams are not normal for me. I love music, anything from Never Ending White Lights; White Stripes, to Lana Del Ray, maybe some Waylon Jennings. I am all over the place in the music.
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