The Brute

by Tarrah Anders

Ben rolls me to my stomach, his hands trace my back from the top of my shoulder and following my spine. His hands clutch onto the globes of my ass, massaging me and then I feel his finger breaching my entrance. His hips surge forward, his cock solid at my entrance and parting my pussy as he continues to push inside. I suck in a breath and hold it until he's spread me completely. He feels so good, filling me up and possessing me. Our moans echo through the room as his thrusts turn wild, unhinged, and he bucks out of control against me. Then he slows down his movements and languidly pushes in and out of me. My back arching as my entire body feels amazing. I’m trembling, tense with the arousal he’s building in me as he pumps his hips over and over. I slide my hand down my front and the tip of my point finger and middle finger finds my clit and I start rubbing the nub. I’m already half-way there when suddenly one more swipe of my fingers and I have the need to scream his name as I come harder than I did last night. My vision goes white and a silent scream tears from my mouth as he continues to drive his cock in and out of me, building me up to another orgasm immediately and pressing against my core each time he sinks into me.

  My heart thunders inside my chest and the room spins as we come together again. His loud groan drowns out my breathy gasps. He slows his movements, while my pussy milks his cock as the last tremors of my orgasm ripple through my body.

  We're silent as Ben pulls out of me, leaving my body feeling boneless and empty. He falls back against the bed and throws his arm over his eyes as he takes a satisfied breath. I turn to look at him and see him smiling, I can't help but smile as well as I rotate my body toward him and snuggle into his side. His places an arm around me and rolls me closer to him, holding me against his body.

  “Fuck. I didn't know it would be this good,” he says, mirroring my exact thought from moments ago.

  I'm not sure how long we lie in bed together, caressing each other, stealing kisses here and there, telling each other our secrets. By the time we rise out of the warmth of his bed, it is dark out, and we have wasted the entire day. We order in dinner, then sit on the couch, a spread of Chinese food in front of us, and eat out of the takeover cartons. As I shovel chow mein into my mouth like I haven't eaten in days, Ben uses his chopsticks to grab a piece of beef from the carton in my hand. We eat in companionable silence and smile while we chew.

  This is not at all how I expected the weekend to go. Sure, I assumed we would have sex. But I didn’t think we would be so normal, like any other couple.

  Are we a couple? We agreed to have a relationship outside of the office, but would that mean that I'm his girlfriend and he's my boyfriend? This is new territory for me in the realm of who we are, so I'm not sure how to approach it.

  Off in the distance a phone chimes, and, for a split second, I see Ben pause his chewing. I expect him to get up and check his phone, but he surprises me by staying beside me and continuing to eat.

  This isn't the Benjamin Adams that I know. This is someone else.

  After a few moments, I notice that he’s still ignoring his phone and it’s definitely different than how he is at work. It doesn’t bother me, but I don’t want him to feel like he needs to ignore the outside world when we’re together. Time and life doesn’t stop when we are here in his penthouse together.

  “Are you going to go and check that?” I ask.

  “I wasn't planning to. This is a no-work weekend,” he declares as he reaches into my carton with his chopsticks again.

  “Do you have no-work weekends regularly? I mean, sometimes I have emails from you at all hours of the night, every day of the week.”

  “I'm trying something different,” he offers.

  “Something different,” I repeat.

  He puts down his chopsticks and the carton he's holding and turns to me, his knee bending and his arm going over the back of the couch behind me.

  “When we are together, I don't want to have any distractions. Will that be how it always is?” He pauses then shrugs. “I doubt it, but we just started this. I want to give you all of me.”

  I smile at his choice of words. All of him. The good, the bad and the... charming.

  “My view of you, it’s very professional, very work-focused. So, it may take me some time to get used to you putting work on hold, especially since I pressure you at work for certain things. But I like the thought of getting all of you.”

  “Will you give me all of you?” he asks nervously. Nervous. Benjamin Adams is nervous about my answer!

  “I'll give you everything,” I reply in honesty.

  I want to give him all of me.

  I want him.

  Chapter Nine

  Benjamin

  It’s Sunday night and I still haven’t gotten my fill of Bella. We’ve spent a healthy amount of time talking, making love and getting used to one another. Now that I’ve had her, I want more of her. With her, it’s as if I’m under a spell. She gets me to talk, she gets me to look at things from a different angle, and best of all, she makes me feel.

  I haven’t felt this depth of emotion in years. Frankly, I wasn’t expecting it to ever come back. But here she is, draped in a sheet as she studies the collections in my library. Seeing her here, in my space, makes me feel things I didn't know were still in me. Her fingertips touch every book, and her face reflects a sense of awe, while her lips try on the titles as she goes. She looks up and down the shelves and finally comes to stand in the middle of the room, drops the sheet, opens her arms, and twirls with her head back.

  I stand in the doorway, leaning my shoulder against the wooden door frame, my sweats hanging low on my hips. With my arms cross over my chest, I observe her.

  I’ve never seen anyone look at my space with such wonder until now. As I watch her expression of pure joy, I realize what a privilege it is to see it through her eyes. I'm not sure I've ever looked at this room the way she is. I’ve come to take my home and possessions for granted, but having her here lets me see it through fresh eyes, and I can easily see how amazing this room can be.

  When she completes her final turn, she looks at me over her shoulder and smiles.

  “How come I didn’t know you are a bibliophile?” she asks, turning on her heel, then bending to pick up the discarded sheet. She drapes it around her again and saunters toward me. I stand straight, centered in the doorway, as she approaches.

  I watch her, observing the way the light from the fireplace is hitting her features, and the smattering of freckles on her shoulders as she moves about the library. The lust in her eyes and the mischievous upturn of her lips all strike me like a physical blow, making my chest tighten and my head spin. When she stands in front of me, all I can think about is having her again.

  She tilts her head and studies me. Part of me would give every book in this library to know what she sees when she looks at me that way. Before I can voice the offer, she places her hands on my hips and pulls our bodies together. My cock stands to attention again and she acknowledges it with a coy smile.

  “I like this dressed down version of you,” she says quietly as she stands on her tip-toes and leans into me, her lips brushing against my jaw. I smile as I wrap my arms around her waist and hoist her up against my body.

  “I quite like this naked version of you.” I lean in and nip at her bottom lip before pressing my lips against hers. “Very, very, very much.”

  I press her against the wall outside my library and take her mouth with mine. I grind myself against her and growl in satisfaction. The scent of her arousal tempts me past my limit and I’m so fucking turned on that I can't help but take her right here. I pull my cock out of my sweatpants and slide into her.

  I pump my hips into her quickly, relishing the feeling of her pussy being wrapped around my cock. Her tight channel squeezes me, fitting my cock perfectly, as if she were made for me. My hands clutch the globes of her ass as my knees bend to slide my cock in and out of her warmth at a slightly different angle. Our mingled breaths are heavy as I fuck her against the wall, her legs wrapped ar
ound my waist and her nails dragging through the skin on my shoulders.

  My loud groan echoes through the house as I press into her, then my hips thrust two more times before I hit my climax. I switch my pace and continue to pump languidly as her pussy grasps my cock when she reaches her orgasm with a happy sigh, pulling me into her, her fingers continuing to dig into my shoulders.

  My cock slips out of her, then she unwraps her legs and slides down.

  I get down on one knee and watch my come slide down her leg.

  “What are you doing?” she asks, lifting her hand on the top of my head and running her fingers through my short hair.

  “Just admiring my handiwork,” I reply with a satisfied smirk.

  Chapter Ten

  Benjamin

  “Fuck off!” I say to Elliot, one of my oldest friends and now my newest former friend, as he stands in front of my desk.

  “I’ve vetted everything for this plan. I want to help out the folks around the beach areas who have the lack of resources that both yourself and I do. Benjamin, I know deep down inside, you care about the less fortunate.” Elliot begs. “We used to be so close, man. Come on, we've known each other for years. I knew you before…before you became the man you are today. Hell, we were going to be business partners. “

  “Be that as it may, I don’t give two shits about whatever cause you want my name on. I don’t trust anything that comes out of your mouth and that’s all that I have to say.”

  “It’s not your name I want. I'm offering this to join teams, to work on something together. To reconnect.”

  “Interesting, since I haven’t seen you in all these years, not since the accident. Interesting how now you want to do business together – to fucking reconnect! – when my business is soaring. How, after so many years of silence, do you think it's perfectly fine to come to me now?” I snarl.

  “Listen, she was important to me too.” Elliot switches his tactics.

  I fight the urge to jump up and pummel him. I don't want to talk about this shit.

  “Of course she was; you were fucking her, weren't you? That's probably another reason why you haven’t come around once I found out about you two. You were having an affair with my fiancée for, what, a year?” I say cruelly. “The bottom line here is that you are not someone I want to work with and definitely not someone I want to have any connection with in my life.”

  “Ben. I'm sorry. I was a shit friend.” He stops talking when I hold up my hand to silence him. My irritation has been growing with every word that falls out of his mouth.

  “Elliot, you aren't my friend, obviously not then and absolutely not now. I will not do business with you. You can see yourself out. Immediately. And don't make any more fake appointments with my assistant.”

  Elliot stands. His gaze burns into me.

  “Why can’t we let the past be the past?” he demands petulantly.

  “Because the past is what created the man I am now.”

  “So then you should be thanking me.” His tone is cocky.

  “If you’d like to think you are the reason for my success, be my guest. Just do it somewhere else.” I wave him off, desperately wanting this conversation to be over. I don't have time to argue with him. What the fuck is he thinking?

  “You just said—”

  “I said the past created the man I am now. The past is more than any one single event you might have had some play in. In all reality, my parents dying, being thrust into leadership of this company, my fiancée dying, and then…” I take a deep breath and refocus. “You know what, I don’t need to explain myself to you. I would like you to leave.” I slam my hand on the desk, done with this interruption to my day once and for all.

  I push the button on the phone for Bella. When her sweet voice comes on, I ask her to come into my office. My voice contains venom, which I don’t need to be giving her.

  She opens the door and freezes in the doorway likely noticing the tension between Elliot and myself. She looks between us, hesitantly she announces herself.

  “I would like you to get security on the line to get up here and see Mr. Hunter out of my office. And make sure security knows he isn’t to step foot in here again.”

  “Oh c’mon, Ben.” Elliot rolls his eyes and holds up his hand.

  “Get. Out,” I bellow.

  With a huff, Elliot leaves my office, whipping past Bella as she lingers in the doorway.

  “Need anything else?” she asks quietly once he’s gone.

  “You,” I say simply.

  “You know the rules,” she scolds with a smile, her hand resting on the handle of my office door.

  “Close the door, Isabella. Lock it,” I direct.

  She studies me for a moment, then turns her head to look into the office area Having seen nothing to dissuade her, she swiftly does what I asked and then approaches the desk. I hit the button under my desk to close the blinds, push my chair out, and pat my lap. With a small hesitation she sits down and her arm drapes behind my back.

  “Ben,” she warns. “We promised to keep this separate. You aren’t doing a good job of that right now.”

  “The point is that we have been keeping things separate so far. Not once have we done or said anything inappropriate here. Right now, though, I need to release this tension and if that breaks the rules, then so be it. I need my woman, even if it's just her presence or a simple kiss.”

  “Can’t you just…?” Her words trail off as she looks down to my lap.

  I pierce her with a look and she fights off a smile. “I've been jacking off to you nightly for months. I would rather not have to do that anymore.”

  “How can I take care of you today, Mr. Adams? Something more than just a kiss perhaps? If we're breaking the rules – just this once – we better go big or go home, right?” she says playfully.

  I smile, enjoying the fact that she is game to bend the rules and falling just a little bit in love with her in this moment. The thought that I could love her is startling, but I don't push it away.

  “There are a few options, but I think right now, I would like you on your knees under my desk while I make a phone call.”

  She slides off my lap and onto her knees. She reaches my belt and begins to tug.

  “Take me out and stroke me,” I instruct her, my tone heavy with anticipation.

  She smiles eagerly and follows my instructions.

  Stroke one. Stroke two. Stroke three. Drops of precum forms on the tip of my cock and she looks to me for guidance.

  “Lick it,” I instruct.

  She nods and leans in. Her tongue flattens and she licks my entire swollen tip with a throaty moan.

  “Take me in your mouth and suck me off. Make me come and tonight, I’ll take care of you in any way you request.”

  Bella licks the tip of my cock as she flattens her tongue again prior to taking my shaft into her mouth then pulls up my cock and hollows out her cheeks as she applies light suction. I grab my cell phone off my desk then lean back in my chair. After pulling up a phone number, I click “call” and wait for the line to connect.

  “Yes. James Ryder, please?” I breathe out. I regain some composure as I wait to speak with James, and my hand reaches for Bella’s shoulder. She pulls and sucks with skill, her hand stroking the shaft where her mouth doesn’t reach. She takes me as far as she can go, my cockhead hitting the back of her throat every other beat as the call connects.

  I listen as I’m greeted, then say “I was thinking we should work on a project together.” I listen to his positive response, then begin speaking again. “I was considering the idea you brought up when we were playing racquetball last year…” He speaks and I listen, but barely, as Bella bobs up and down on me. “Yes, I’m aware that was last year. You know I like to take my time thinking over business matters.” I manage to say all the words as if nothing were happening, but follow them with a loud grunt, which is noticed on the other end of my phone. I laugh it off, but Bella’s movements quicken. She wigg
les her tongue against the underside of my cock and hums.

  “Yes, let’s get together over dinner next week and work out the details. Maybe we can move things forward in a few months…” My head hits the back of the chair, my voice trailing off.

  “Yessssss,” I hiss as I release into her mouth. My come splatters against the back of her throat as she swallows every drop.

  Remembering myself, I try to cover my outburst by responding, “Yes. I’ll see that Bella makes the arrangement with your assistant…” Bella releases my cock from her mouth, and it flops to my stomach and points up at me. Satisfied. She wipes her mouth and smiles up at me from where she’s still seated on the floor between my legs. Her gaze is filled with heated desire and a bit of self-satisfaction.

  “Very well. Next week,” I reply to James and end the call. I place my cell of the top of my desk and look down at her.

  “Better?” she asks.

  “You suck my cock like it belongs in your mouth. I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders, that all of everything from earlier has melted away.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Benjamin

  I’ve made it my mission to fuck Bella at the office, and each day for the three months since she sucked my cock under the desk that day, I have tried to make it happen. Thoughts of fucking her on every surface in this building constantly fill my mind. But the woman is stubborn and hasn’t given in to my wishes. I understand, though; I'm not a complete asshole. Besides, the game is fun.

  Over that same period of time, we’ve worked during the day and fucked during the night. She’s stayed at my condo more often than her own and I find that I rather enjoy having her in my space.

  Today, we’re sitting in a meeting discussing a potential joint venture with James Ryder's company, Ryder Tech. Halfway through the meeting, it becomes clear to me that I have pissed off Bella with something I’ve said. She is staring daggers at me. When my eyes meet hers, I flick my palms up and mouth what? She rolls her eyes and scribbles furiously on her notepad. While I expect her to hand over a note to me, she just continues scribbling and leans her head toward the side of the table where my purchasing director is sitting. He’s talking about what components would be needed on our company’s end to launch the venture.