by Leah Holt
And I loved every second of it.
I heard the metal of his zipper and felt him wriggle his hips as he tugged his pants down with one hand. His other hand was still in my hair, holding my face to the desk. I couldn't stop my ass from rocking or pussy from bearing down, wanting him inside.
Every inch of my body was buzzing with electric sparks, my muscles tingling and tight. August had this presence, a palpable control that floated in the air between us. I had never experienced anything like that before, and I wasn't sure I'd ever experience it again.
There was power in his touch, in his voice, in the way he spoke and moved and held me. It made me wonder if I ever really wanted any of this to end. If he could make me feel this way, why look any further?
The tip of his cock pressed my entrance, his cock firm and solid as it ran up and down my folds. I was soaked, lubing his dick easily. August grunted as he slid inside. “Fuck.” His hands held my hips as his length slid deeper and deeper.
Holding still, August pulled back with painful slowness, stopping at the ridge of his crown. Driving back in with one hard thrust, he dug his fingertips into the flesh of my hips, keeping me in place.
Grunting, his hand slid up my back and into my hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking my head back. “Fuck, your cunt's so wet.”
Arching my back, I lifted my ass a little higher, forcing him to penetrate me even deeper. I could feel him in my lower belly, my walls stretching to take all of him.
“You're so fucking hard.” I whispered, pressing my palms into the desktop as he pulled my head back further.
The soft smack of skin on skin was mixed with heavy breathing. Sweat was beading up on my forehead and the back of my neck, dripping down my temples and back in thin lines.
His cock pulsed, thickening even more as he slammed into my pussy with vigor. “Yeah, fuck yeah.” Faster, harder, faster, harder, his cock drove into my body.
The orgasm came out of nowhere, causing me to lose my footing and fall onto the desk. It swept over my body, seizing my muscles and turning all my limbs into spaghetti. A wave of tingles spread through my body, starting in my stomach and exploding outward.
Breathing heavily, I laid motionless on the desk as August gave one last thrust. His fingers clutched my hips as his cock throbbed, pulsing hot come into my pussy. I could feel him as he fed that flame in my soul, the animalistic need to procreate this earth.
August laid his head on my shoulder, gently kissing my neck. “Now that was a lot better than last night.”
Rolling onto my side, I ran my fingertips softly through his beard. “Can we promise to try and not force the sex? I think we can do pretty well on our own.”
“Agreed,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose and running his thumb across my jawline. “Now I'm ready for lunch.”
Giggling, I gave him a flirty smile. “You did just work up an appetite.”
Pulling himself free, August grabbed a few tissues off his desk, passing me a couple. Cleaning himself off, he pulled his pants up and fixed his shirt. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?” he asked, walking to his bar and pouring a shot of whiskey.
“I don't know yet. I was going to see what Kay was up to and maybe check the substitute site to see if there were openings coming up.”
“You still want to do that?”
“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I?” Furrowing my brows, my lips twisted in confusion.
“I don't know, I guess I figured you wouldn't want to because you don't really need to.”
“I know that this arrangement of ours works for both of us, but I don't just teach for the money, I love what I do. Music is a part of me, and I want to share that with my students. My dream is to teach at Julliard, that's why I came to New York in the first place.”
August folded his arms over his chest, scratching at his chin. “Maybe I can help—”
Cutting him off, I held up my hand. “No, thank you though, but this is something I want to earn on my own.” Picking up my coat, I buttoned it up to my neck and threw my purse over my shoulder and started for the door. “Hope your day is better now.”
August had a satisfied grin on his face. “Let me walk you out,” he said, opening the door.
Diane was at her desk, her awkwardly wide smile now gone, replaced by big eyes and a frown. She didn't say a word to either of us, she just peered at her desk with stiff and rigid movements.
“Diane, you alright?” August asked her, tapping on her desk with his knuckles. “You look like you've seen a ghost.”
“Maybe I heard one. . .” Her voice trailed off as a visible shiver ran up her spine.
August started laughing, placing his hand on the small of my back and guiding me towards the elevator.
“What's so funny?” I asked, looking up at him as his face turned red and his laughing became heavier. “What is she talking about?”
“She,” he said, leaning in closer so his lips rested on my ear. “Heard us.”
“Heard us?”
“Yeah, heard us.”
Swallowing the vomit that had suddenly came up out of nowhere, I finally understood what he meant. Diane had heard us having sex.
Of course she did! Her desk is right outside his office you idiot!
Pushing the button for the elevator, August wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. His kiss was strong, passionate, filled with more feelings than a paid baby mama should be given.
And in that moment I felt something flip on. My body became warm, my heart began to beat in a way that wasn't just excitement or because of nerves.
This was different, a connection, a moment between us that I thought he felt too. His eyes glinted like gun metal, his lips thinned into a knowing smile, his thumb drew circles over the small of my back.
It felt natural. It felt like two people who had somehow found each other by chance.
You can't get attached. This is a job, it's not real.
August took a step back and ran his fingers over his lips as if enjoying the sensation on his skin. “I'll see you at home.” Pressing two fingers against his mouth, he blew me a kiss and walked back to his office.
The doors closed to the elevator and I was left alone with this ball of emotions I didn't know how to separate or understand. There were feelings there that shouldn't exist, that shouldn't be whole and alive and breathing inside me.
But they were, and I had to figure out how to shut them off.
Because this wasn't real. We weren't real. We were a fictional image that he wanted the world to see in order for him to get what he wanted; a baby.
And I was taking advantage of his offer, using it for myself.
We would never be a real couple. We were never meant to be together.
All of this would be over in a year or less. Simple as that.
Chapter Seventeen
August
“You almost ready?” I asked, buttoning my cuff and folding the collar on my shirt. “She wants us there for seven.”
“I'm just about ready. What do you think?” Ella stepped out into the bedroom, lifting her arms and spinning in a circle. “How does this look?”
Staring at her quietly, I just took her in. She looked stunning. A piece of art that was simple and elegant, a natural beauty that just stopped you in your tracks, and made you hold your breath.
Her dress was knee length with large flowers spotting the skirt. The top was ruffly, dipping down to her breasts, but not showing too much cleavage. Ella had pulled her hair back and created this swooping, spiral on top with her bangs. She looked like a hot actress who stepped out of the fifties, a young Diana Dors.
“Wow.”
“Seriously, what do you think?” Digging the tip of her toe into the floor, she twisted her leg as she held out the skirt of her dress. “It's not too much? Or is it not enough?”
“I told you—wow.”
Ella blushed, dipping her head into her chest and biting her bottom lip. “Thank you,”
she said shyly. “But, I'm about to meet your mother, I want to look nice.”
“You look perfect.” Stepping to her side, I took her hands and wrapped her arms around my neck. “So perfect that I'm actually getting turned on. Do you have panties on under that dress?” Running my hand up her thigh, I felt nothing but bare skin.
“Nope, I hate panties, you're going to come to realize that.”
“I don't mind that at all.” Moving my fingers up her thigh, I gripped her leg and pulled it up over my hip. “I actually like this, it makes it easier for me to have my way with you.”
“Do you like it when I make it easy for you?” she asked, glancing up at me under hooded lids as she ran her tongue across bottom lip.
Tugging her into my waist, I held her tight, making sure her pussy was pressed against the bulge in my jeans. “You feel that? Can you feel how much I like it?”
Ella blinked slowly, her lashes fanning her lids like canopies as she peered up at me. I could see the fire in her eyes, I could feel the heat off her pussy as her arousal slicked her skin, making her nice and wet just for me.
Grabbing her other thigh, I scooped her off her feet and wrapped her legs around my waist. My cock was hard, throbbing painfully against the course fabric. I knew we had someplace to be, but I didn't give a shit.
Driving my lips onto hers, I walked us both to the dresser and sat her down on top. Ella wriggled a little, lifting herself up and sweeping her hand across the smooth surface, shoving any objects that were stabbing her in the ass to the floor.
“Is it bad for me to tell you that I really do enjoy this? I like when you fuck me, I like when you take what you want, I like when you lose control and can't stop yourself from slamming your cock inside. It's such a fucking turn on.”
Growling, I ran my tongue up her throat, holding her head with the pads of my fingers. Ella let out a sexy little coo as she exhaled, her hands gripping the thin ledge of the wood so tight her knuckles turned white.
“Is it bad that all I can think about is fucking you? Is it bad that you're constantly on my mind and I can't stop thinking about all the ways I want to put my dick inside you to make you come?”
Ella moaned, spreading her thighs open wider as she raked her hands through my hair and tore at my scalp. It was amazing to feel her lose herself that way, to watch her become so unraveled that she didn't know up from down.
Rolling her hips, she leaned back against the mirror, her slender fingers tearing at the buckle on my belt. “Get these fucking things off,” she demanded through clenched teeth.
Kissing her shoulder, I moved my mouth across her collarbone, and up her neck. I could feel her hands as they tried desperately to free my cock. Kissing her lips softly, I spoke quietly, allowing my words to vibrate over her mouth. “If you can get my pants off, you can have my cock.”
Letting out an annoyed sigh, Ella worked at the buckle, trying to un-clip the metal rung. “You do it, I can't get it.” Her fingers moved and tugged, pulling and jerking on the buckle. “Get this thing open.”
“I guess you're really going to have to work for it.” Smirking, I dragged my lips across her forehead and onto her ear, nibbling at her lobe. “You need to work if you want it that bad.”
“We have a time limit.”
“Fuck the dinner, we can have dinner with my mother anytime. But this, watching you go crazy just to get my cock, is far more exciting. Unless you can't do it, maybe you don't want my cock as bad as you're saying you do.”
Ella growled, and I was surprised by how ravenous she sounded. She wanted to win the war with my belt, she wanted to get through the barrier and make me eat my words.
Fuck, this woman is going to ruin me.
Swirling my thumb over her clit, I felt her thighs start to tremble and her hands become insanely crazed as she worked at the belt.
“Fuck this,” she suddenly blurted out, tearing down my zipper and sticking her hand into my pants. “I don't need to get that fucking belt off.” Wrapping her hand around my cock, she pulled it through the opening.
Her pussy was glistening as she pushed her hips up and slapped her swollen bud with my cock. My cock was engorged, the head shiny and red, eager to be inside her.
“God damn.” Dropping my head back, I felt my muscles start to shake as she stroked my cock, rubbing the tip up and down her folds. Dipping my cock into her entrance, she pulled the tip back out and spread her juice over the plump curve with her thumb.
It was hard for me to put into words what I was feeling. This sex was different and I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing yet. I knew there was a goal, a point we were trying to reach, and once we hit it, then what?
I loved fucking her, I loved the way it felt to be inside her, to feel her all around me. To watch her dance around my kitchen as she cooked with a smile on her face, to feel her next to me in bed while I slept.
Would that all stop once she got pregnant?
I wasn't sure I wanted it to. All I could do was enjoy all those moments for as long as I could.
“I win,” she said, butterflying her legs and sitting up straighter. “Now fuck me.” Guiding my cock, she gyrated her hips, pushing her pussy onto my dick.
My crown popped inside her heat, feeling her wetness as it surrounded me like a silk blanket. I literally could fuck this girl all day long. She felt so good, so tight, perfectly wrapping my cock like she was made for me.
Scooping her face in my hand, I pressed my other hand into the top of the dresser beside her, and drove my dick in slow and firm. I wanted her to feel me inside her, I wanted her to experience my cock like it was a fucking amusement park ride she'd want to get on again and again.
Rocking my waist, Ella rolled with me. Our bodies were in sync, meeting each other's pace. Pulling down the front of her dress, I ran my tongue from one nipple to the other, nipping and plucking at the perked beads.
Grunting, I felt my balls pull up as my stomach clenched and the orgasm began to grow, spreading like wildfire. My hips began to rock faster, thrusting harder and harder as my cock turned to marble.
Driving my hand into the hair at the base of her skull, I pressed my face into her neck and groaned. “I'm going to come, fuck, I'm going to come, Ella.”
“Don't stop,” she pleaded, rubbing her swollen clit against my lower stomach. “Fuck me, don't stop, just don't stop.”
I felt her pussy as it clenched down hard and her back stiffened. Keeping my eyes open, I watched as her skin exploded in goosebumps, one at a time, and that was all it took. My dick blew hot come deep inside her, feeding her my life blood.
This is it, I can feel it. This one will get her pregnant.
We'd only had sex twice, but the way my load shot out in spurts, the way her pussy held onto my length, keeping me inside, it just felt like there was no way one of my little fighters didn't swim to the finish line.
Ella tickled her fingertips up and down my back. “Wow,” she said, laying her head against the mirror and wearing a smile on her rosy face. “This has to be the best job I've ever had. I've never felt this good working before.”
Chuckling, I pulled my dick free and went to grab a hand towel from the bathroom. “Does this mean you're ready to start taking money from me now? I think you've earned it.”
“I'm still not pregnant. That's what you're paying me for, not the sex. I think if you paid me for the sex I'd feel like a prostitute, and that's not what I am.”
“Well, if you need anything, you know it's yours, all you have to do is ask.” Smoothing my hair, I pulled it back into a low ponytail and ran flat hands down the front of my shirt. “Alright, you ready?” I asked, rolling up my sleeve and looking at my watch. “We should have been there ten minutes ago.”
“She's going to hate me already, isn't she?” Ella pulled a long silver chain around her neck as she looked at me through the mirror.
“She hated you the second I mentioned you, but it's not your fault.” Taking the ends of the necklace from her,
I clasped the two small rings together. Placing a kiss on the smooth skin of her neck, I tickled my fingers up and down the outside of her arms. “My mother hates everyone.”
“That's encouraging.”
“I'm only being honest,” I said, digging my chin into the crook of her neck and shoulder as I peered at her through the mirror. “You really are gorgeous.” Twining my fingers around hers, I led her out of the room and down to the garage.
“Where's Jerry?” she asked, looking around.
“He doesn't work nights, Dylan does. But not tonight, tonight I'm driving us.”
“Really?” Smirking, she squeezed my hand a little tighter. “Should I be afraid? How's your driving?”
“Baby, you never have to be afraid with me.” Pulling the keys from my pocket, I hit the unlock button.
Ella followed the beeping with her ears, looking for my car. “Is that your car?” Pointing at the small compact car in front of us, she twisted her face to look up at me.
“It is.”
“Can we both even fit in it?” Walking across the garage, Ella towered over the car in her stiletto heels.
“It's surprisingly bigger inside than it looks.” Opening her door, I fanned out my arm. “Go on, see for yourself.”
Ella was snickering as she slipped her long leg inside, trying to keep her dress from folding up to high. “I feel like a giant getting in this thing.”
“Are you picking on me about the size of my—”
“Yes, yes I am,” Ella said, cutting me off.
“You know they say a man who drives a big fancy car or truck is trying to make up for what they lack in the sex department. We both know that my tiny car certainly doesn't say anything about my size.” Winking, I shut her door and climbed in on the driver's side.
Ella's knees were sitting up high above her waist, her arms moving like she was having convulsions as she tried to find a comfortable spot to rest them. So she was right, with two people it was a little more cramped. Normally I was the only one in the car, and since I didn't do all that much driving, I didn't feel the need to get an over priced, over rated sports car just to show off my money.