Stud

by Jamie K. Schmidt

  Oh, shit.

  I had to reel back on that, but fast. I was reacting to his generous gift and the fact that he fucked like a sexy beast. That wasn’t love. Maybe it could be the groundwork for it, but it took two and he didn’t even want a girlfriend.

  “Sorry about that,” I said, reluctantly sliding out of his arms. “I think I got snot all over your shirt.”

  He pulled it off and tossed it to me. “You can wash it and give it back to me.”

  I would not drool over his sexy muscles. I would keep my eyes on his. Damn, he was cut! I wanted to lick every inch of him. Eyes up there!

  “Can I?” I said. “Can I do all your laundry, sir?”

  “Nah, that’s what Janet is for.”

  “You do not make Janet do your laundry.” My mouth dropped open in shock.

  “She schedules the pickups and deliveries. Why? Did you think I made her stand at the laundromat with a roll of quarters?”

  Mick Wentworth was sitting on my couch with his shirt off. Life was so unfair. “I’m going to go splash cold water on my face and get myself a drink. Make yourself at home. And thanks again.”

  “Just don’t go blubbering all over me again and I’ll call it even.”

  But he was giving me a soft smile and I had to rush out of there before I started bawling again. Taking a huge sniff of his shirt and that dreamy cologne, I tossed it in the hamper. The washer and dryer were in the basement. I was exhausted and drained after my crying jag, and so damned tired I could fall asleep right now. I hadn’t felt this calm in ages.

  “I guess I needed that,” I said to him when I came back after fixing myself up.

  “I guess you did.”

  Mick had set up our laptops together on the couch. “I should have brought wine. All I found in the fridge were a couple of bottles of hard root beer.”

  “Works for me.” I cracked one open and took a deep glug. His chest was smooth except for a narrow band of hair that traced the middle of his rock-hard abs and into the waistband of his pants.

  Down girl.

  “It’s pretty sweet,” Mick said. “Not my thing.”

  “Boozy soda pop. Totally my thing. So let’s get down to business.” I probably should offer him a shirt. I could go down and borrow one of Billy’s T-shirts for him. But I wasn’t that altruistic. I liked looking at the eye candy.

  The server was up and running, and while things were a little choppy, Lemmingware seemed to be rolling with the punches. Mick and I discussed how we could slant the problems so that people would be informed about the possible delays and still remain positive.

  “I was thinking we could have an online forum going on where people who are stuck on a screen or waiting in queue to log in can chat and bitch and basically kill time until the problem clears.”

  “I like that,” Mick said, taking notes while his character waited for the next pit fight to start. “I’ll see if Jim can get real-time updates on all the problems that get logged in, and provide an estimate on when they’ll be fixed.”

  I helped his character gain a few levels by assisting in quests and battles while we talked. After my third yawn, Mick grinned. “Okay, I get the message. It’s after midnight and you’re going to turn into a pumpkin.”

  “One more quest,” I rallied, forcing my eyes open.

  “Nah, it’s a work night. I need you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed tomorrow morning.”

  “I’m not a squirrel. That’s a whole nother game.”

  “I don’t even want to know.”

  I watched him pack up his laptop. “Do you want me to get you one of Billy’s shirts?”

  “I’m good,” he said. “I think I even have a spare sweater or hoodie in the car.”

  “Why didn’t you go get it?”

  “Because I like how you look at me. All you had to do was ask and I would’ve taken my pants off too.”

  “Silly me,” I breathed. “I thought we were going to be professional. No fraternizing or fornicating or any other fun F-words.”

  “I tried. I really did. But then you mentioned you had a date on Friday and I didn’t like that.”

  Heat flared over my entire body. “That’s too bad.”

  “Cancel the date.”

  I didn’t have the date.

  “I’ll make it worth your while.”

  I bet he would too. “Did you come here tonight expecting to fuck me?” I asked breathlessly, torn between wanting him to say yes and expecting him to say no.

  Trailing his fingers over my cheek, he lightly brushed them down to my throat. I tilted my head to give him better access. I liked how he touched me. My body revved up.

  “Did you invite me over hoping I’d fuck you?” he asked.

  Did I?

  Mick traced the collar of my V-neck shirt. My nipples were tight and poking out of the light material.

  “I’ve thought about fucking you,” I admitted.

  He cupped my breast through my shirt and ran his thumb over my sensitive peak. I bit my lip to keep from groaning.

  “I want you,” he said, nuzzling my neck while he caressed me.

  “Then we have a problem.” I gave in to temptation and stroked his hard thigh. Ignoring the swell of his cock for the moment was difficult, but I didn’t want to make this easy for him.

  “What do you think we should do about this?” His lips hovered a breath above mine.

  “We’re not in the office now,” I said, shakily.

  “I noticed.” Mick slipped his hand under my shirt and I moaned into his mouth when I kissed him.

  In the next instant, I was straddling his lap and grinding on the hard ridge of his erection.

  “I could come just like this,” I gasped when he lifted my shirt off and sucked on my nipples.

  Mick grunted in approval. His mouth tugging on me made me rock faster on him. The sweet friction on my clit, even between both our pants, was exciting. I let myself go wild as I held his head to my breasts. His rough beard was tickling me as he sucked harder. I rode the edge of pleasure and pain and came, shaking in his arms.

  I hadn’t meant to do that. I had meant to be strong. But seeing as all my good intentions had gone flying out the window, I was going to take advantage of the situation. This was probably just going to be our third-night stand. Or was it the fourth? I was beginning to lose track. Sliding off his lap to the floor, I knelt between his legs.

  “Is it okay to do this without an audience?” I asked as I unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. “I mean, this isn’t the VIP lounge, after all.”

  “It’s okay to do that anytime you want.” His breathing was ragged and his eyes full of anticipation.

  I wanted to rock his world. I wanted him to crave me, crave this, as much as I did. I freed his cock from his underwear and deep-throated him.

  “Fuck yeah,” he said, his fingers tangling in my hair.

  He held my head while I bobbed up and down on him. He was thick and filled my mouth and throat, but I loved having him there. Mick squirmed underneath me and bucked his hips. He hadn’t been this wild in the VIP club. It made me more daring. I sucked him hard, then let his cock slide out of my mouth.

  “Please,” he groaned. “Don’t tease.”

  I licked him like an ice cream cone, swirling my tongue over the tip of his shaft. Holding him tight in my fist, I rubbed him up and down while my tongue darted all over the top of his cock. I could taste his cum leaking out and I knew he was close. Before he could expect it, I engulfed him completely and sucked hard and fast.

  “Oh.” He held my head down as he came and I let him hold me in place while I swallowed. Just when I thought I would gag, he let me up.

  “Bed. Now.” I tossed off the rest of my clothes and dragged him into the bedroom.

  Mick flung off the rest of his clothes as well and pushed me down on the bed.

  The rasp of his beard on my inner thighs made me quake. “Yes,” I sighed when his tongue lapped at me. I squeezed my breasts, needing more
stimulation. “Fuck yeah.”

  “That belly button ring is so sexy,” he said, with a quick rub on it.

  “I think I want to get a tattoo.”

  “Of what?” He traced his fingers through the curls at the juncture of my thighs.

  “Maybe an Egyptian ankh or a Viking tribal.”

  “Where?”

  I pointed to my hip. He nibbled on the spot. “Can I watch you get it?”

  “Sure,” I breathed.

  Pushing my legs wider, Mick dipped two fingers inside me. “I think I’m going to have to hire a private room and tell the tattoo artist to leave because I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself from wanting to stick my cock in your mouth as he drew on your flawless skin.”

  I loved it when he talked dirty.

  “Would you like that?”

  “Yeah,” I said in a small, tight voice. His fingers were driving me crazy. Then he leaned in and licked circles around my clit.

  I lost the use of language and just grunted in pleasure. When he sucked on my throbbing bud, my hips came off the bed and I shrieked. He hummed in approval and the vibrations shook all through me. My eyes crossed as I came again. So damned good, but I wanted more. Mick kissed up my body, but kept fingering me until I made little mewling noises.

  “You want me to fuck you?” he said in my ear.

  Holding on to his shoulders, I bucked up into his plunging fingers. “Yes, please.”

  “Come one more time,” he encouraged, and started tickling my clit again.

  I kissed him desperately, my tongue tangling with his. I wanted him so badly, I could barely form coherent thoughts. The weeks we spent denying ourselves had only made this sweeter. I loved the feel of him next to me as he played with me like he knew every inch of my body.

  Ripping my mouth from his, I attacked his neck, sucking and biting. He laughed. “That’s it, gorgeous. Come hard.”

  I had no choice. He ordered. I obeyed. I was shaking out of control. Every touch of his body against mine set me off.

  “Do you have a condom?” Mick held me as the tremors coursed through me.

  “No,” I breathed. I didn’t have a need for them.

  “You’re kidding?”

  “I’m not kidding.”

  Mick rolled over on his back. “Fuck.”

  “You don’t have one?” I asked, curling up on his side. Taking him in my hand, I stroked him.

  “I didn’t come here tonight to fuck you.”

  I rubbed him fast. “So why are you naked in my bed?”

  Groaning, Mick arched in my fist. “Because I want you.”

  “Even if you’re my boss?” I stroked him harder. “I wouldn’t mind you lifting my skirt up and pressing me against that thick glass window of yours. You can fuck me while we look out on Manhattan again.”

  His eyes closed and his breathing deepened.

  “Or you can fuck me over your desk again.” I stretched up to whisper in his ear. “I liked that.”

  “God,” he choked out.

  “Or maybe I could blow you under your desk?”

  I did it. Mick cried out and came all over my hand and his chest.

  Nibbling on his ear, I felt satisfied. Not quite a three-night stand, but close enough. “Next time bring condoms,” I murmured.

  “There won’t be a next time,” he said.

  I had to have heard him wrong. I was ready to hump his leg and I could tell he had another one in him tonight.

  But Mick got up instead and walked naked to my bathroom. I admired the view of his fine ass. “What are you talking about?” I asked.

  He cleaned himself off with a towel. “I shouldn’t have come here. But I wanted to talk about the game and then you’re so damn sexy, I couldn’t keep my hands off you. But it’s wrong. I am your boss and this relationship is inappropriate. I’m sorry.”

  “You’re not the boss in my bedroom.”

  Mick raised his eyebrow.

  “Well, you could be.” I reached into my nightstand and brought out my vibrator. “Go get some condoms and come back.” I slipped it inside me and cried out. It felt so good to be filled up by something hard and unrelenting. It wasn’t Mick, but I was so worked up, it would do. “I’ll keep myself occupied until you get back.”

  His knees wobbled.

  I grinned. Walk away from this, motherfucker. I pumped the vibrator in and out of my pussy. I was slick enough I didn’t need lube. I was getting wetter as he watched.

  “Come here,” I commanded when he didn’t move.

  His entire body shivered. “I have to go.”

  “Mick, fuck me.” My body liked hearing me say that and I closed my eyes as the orgasm took me. I slowed down to enjoy the sensations.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said.

  I jumped. I hadn’t heard him close the distance between us.

  “Is this what you do when I type out all the dirty things I want to do to you?”

  “Yes,” I moaned. A little worry unknotted inside me. I had been cybering with the right man.

  Mick kissed me and took control of the vibrator. I screamed into his mouth when he put the vibrator on high and fucked me with it faster than I had been going. It was so close to the aftershocks of my softer orgasm that the peaks built up fast and I was frenzied for him. Reaching for his cock, I couldn’t touch it at the angle he was at. His tongue kept mine busy. His mouth muffled my cries as I screamed myself hoarse in pleasure.

  Nails digging into his biceps, I stiffened and then went limp on the bed after a few minutes of rough thrusts that were not as good as having him fuck me, but if it was all I could get, I eventually got into it and came violently.

  Only then did Mick ease the vibrator out of me. Turning it off, he tossed it on the bed. “You’re incredible.”

  He got dressed while I watched in disbelief. Tucking his cock in his pants, he winced.

  “I don’t understand,” I said sleepily. “The drugstore is around the corner. I’d rather have you inside me than the dildo.”

  He kissed me again. “This was a mistake.”

  Rage and hurt pierced the afterglow. “Fuck you, Mick.”

  “I’m fucked all right.” He tried for another kiss, but I turned my face away.

  He buried his face in my neck instead and bit down.

  I loved it. Hated him. But loved it.

  “I’ll see you Monday.” He pinched my nipple and left me naked, spent, and alone.

  I was too exhausted to curse at him. But this was the end. I learned my lesson. I wasn’t going to give him the opportunity for a four-night stand. He was right. This was a mistake. Even if I didn’t care if he was my boss. He was still a prick.

  Chapter 16

  Mick

  I had deliberately not brought condoms, because I had promised myself I was going to keep it professional—at least until my parents’ shares were in my hand. I hadn’t planned on things going nuclear between us. Rubbing my hand over my face, I tried to banish the thought of her sweet kisses and the soft little sounds she made.

  This Friday, if she still wanted me, I was willing to risk an office affair. I was going to transfer her so she directly reported to Simon. That should take care of most of the conflicts of interest. I had the plan all worked out in my mind. It would have been perfect too, except I was having a hard time pulling together the three million dollars on such short notice.

  I suppose it said a lot about my relationship with my father that I was more worried about why the bank was dragging its heels on my refinancings than Warren’s kneecaps. And the more I waited in the plush armchair, sipping tepid water from a bottle, the more my mind wandered to Terri pumping that pink dildo in and out of her pussy. I swear I wasn’t going to make it until Friday. There was not enough booze, cold showers, and aspirin.

  Refusing to let the bankers see me sweat, I pulled out my phone and texted Larry, my attorney. He was completely against me bailing my father out. But I’d rather buy the shares this way than have him sell t
hem to a stranger, if Simon didn’t snatch them up first.

  Janet texted me. I managed not to roll my eyes. She probably wanted me to pick her up a coffee at the Beanery. I would, of course. If only to check in on Elaine and make sure that she was doing all right. I could have sold the Beanery’s mortgage to finance the shares, but Elaine was diligently paying it off and I was earning a good interest on the loan.

  Her brother, Keith, had been my roommate in college and while he was dying of kidney failure at twenty-six, I promised him I’d take care of Elaine. She picked out the property. I gave her the loan. It was a business deal. Nothing more.

  Thinking about Keith made me wonder if Billy was going to make it. My gut churned when I thought of Terri in pain. It occurred to me I was getting in over my head with her. I should take some time in Vegas and get back to my party roots. But all I could think of was spending time with her. I deliberately didn’t book a room in the conference hotel. My hotel choice was a little more decadent and I was looking forward to surprising Terri with a few tricks.

  Buzz.

  Janet wouldn’t quit this afternoon. I got five “call me”s and one “911,” which meant it was an emergency.

  Fuck.

  “I have to take this call,” I said to the receptionist. “If Larry finally gets his ass back here while I’m gone, just have him write the amount of money I can expect by nine a.m. Friday morning. Thanks, sweetheart.”

  “What?” I said into the phone when Janet answered. Leaning up against the brick building of the bank, I took a deep breath. It was getting colder and I couldn’t wait to bake in Las Vegas next week.

  “I’m locked in your bathroom in your office.”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake, why?” I asked. I’d have to call building maintenance to come and let her out.

  “Because if Simon finds me, he’s going to kill me.”