Anthony couldn't believe what was happening as he tentatively pushed his hips upward to meet each downward movement from Chris. After only a few minutes, Chris remained still as he pumped his cock into his welcoming mouth. The grunts and groans that were spilling from his lips only served to spur on both Chris and Emma as their movements quickened as his suckling of her clit became harder.
"Fuck Anthony, I'm going to cum." Emma panted as she ground her pussy against his eager mouth.
He knew how she felt. When he felt Chris take his balls in one of his hands, his whole body tensed as he lifted his legs and locked them round Chris back, thrusting his hips upwards until he couldn't hold out any longer. With one final thrust, Anthony closed his eyes and bit down on Emma's clit, eliciting a sharp cry from her mouth as her body tightened and shuddered with her orgasm, hers triggering his as he shot spurt after spurt of his hot cum down Chris' throat.
The other man continued to lap at his cock as he realised he was still hard, not understanding how that could possibly be after the orgasm he'd just had. Emma was still sat on his face as he slowly licked at her drenched folds, tasting her essence as her head rested against her outstretched arms that still gripped the headboard. She was breathing deeply as she smiled down at him and Anthony couldn't help but wonder if she had any clue what her boyfriend had just done to him.
"Ready for me now baby?"
Anthony heard Chris’ deep voice and felt the other man move over his body. His strong thighs bracketed his hips as he positioned himself behind her. She practically purred her response to his question and Anthony removed his fingers from her pussy, knowing that it would soon be filled with Chris' cock.
Using his tongue, he slowly stroked her clit, hearing the soft moans escape her as she circled her hips against him. Her body stilled and Anthony looked up, seeing Chris looking down at him, his eyes hooded with desire as he grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his length. He didn't hold back as he fucked her, each stroke going deeper than the last as Emma moaned at the pleasure they were creating within her.
Without realising it, Anthony found that he wanted to give Chris just as much pleasure as he'd just given him. Lifting his hand, he forced it between their bodies and gently took Chris sac in his hands. He felt the man's rhythm falter slightly as a loud groan spilled from his lips, their eyes connecting again as Anthony rolled the solid balls in his palm whilst Chris refound his rhythm.
"Fuck! Fuck, I'm gonna cum." Chris said and Anthony began sucking Emma's clit faster, wanting them both to come together. Feeling her body begin to tense, Anthony widened his eyes as an indication to Chris and with one last powerful thrust, Chris roared as his orgasm ripped through his body, closely followed by Emma's second a few moments later. He completed the trio, coming for a second time as he felt his cum spill onto his stomach.
After several minutes, Chris pulled out of Julie's welcoming body and fell onto the bed, his breaths deep as his chest heaved with exertion. Anthony looked down his body and saw droplets of Chris' cum splattered across his stomach, mixing with his own and the realisation of what they'd just done began to sink in. As Julie climbed of his face and snuggled into Chris' side, he knew that was his cue to leave.
As he shifted his body and swung his legs off the bed, he grabbed his clothes and hurried towards the door, never looking back at the person who had just made him feel something he'd never expected; desire for another man.
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Anthony felt his blood heat and his breath begin to quicken as he started to get lost in the memories. Clearing his throat, Anthony stood quickly to put some space between him and Chris, hearing the elevator ding as the doors slid open. Turning, he saw his brother striding into the room, a huge shit-eating grin on his face.
"So, what do you guys think?" Alistair asked as he stretched his arms out and turned in a full 360.
"Honestly bro? I think you're nuts if you're just gonna buy this place because of Red."
Anthony could tell that this wasn't the response he'd been hoping to hear, but what had he expected? There was no way he was just going to stand by and let his brother drop millions on a place he would hardly use just because his latest fuck buddy happened to work in the same building.
"It's not just because of Samantha. I need a base when I'm home and what better place than Toronto? This place has everything I need when I'm between movies." Alistair explained but Anthony wasn't going to be deterred.
"I agree you need a base brother, but come on, this place could house half the population of Canada. It's a complete waste of money. You should find something else."
"Bit late for that bro, I've just authorised the funds transfer, this place is mine pending a signature on the dotted line, which will be done as soon as the documents come through."
Anthony couldn't stop his jaw from dropping at his brother's words. If he already had every intention of buying the place, then why the fuck had he asked them to go see it? Turning, he looked to Chris for help but the big guy was just sat on the couch, arms stretched out across the back. The grin he sported was almost as big as his brother’s and Anthony felt like wiping it off his face.
"You're not gonna say anything?" Anthony demanded.
Chris just shrugged his shoulders and continued grinning. Turning back to his brother, he sighed.
"Well I hope you know what you're doing Alistair. Red had better be worth it otherwise you've just blown millions on a girl who’s probably just gonna fuck you and sell her story to anyone who'll listen."
Before Anthony realised what was happening, he found himself pinned against the wall, the angry face of his brother glaring at him as he held him in place with his forearm across his chest.
"Samantha isn't like that and the next time I hear you mutter anything remotely negative about her, you won't know what hit you. Got it, bro?"
As he began to realise that his brother may actually be serious about this girl, Anthony nodded. Alistair released him and stepped back. His anger was rolling off him in waves and he knew he'd definitely under estimated his brother's attraction to this girl .
"Look, I'm sorry bro. I just assumed she was just another girl you'd picked up. I didn't realise you actually felt something for her." When his brother remained silent, Anthony continued. "Do you need us to stay here or shall we go wait for you in the car?"
The silence in the room was deafening as all that could be heard was the breathing of the three men. It was a few minutes before Alistair spoke.
"You can go. I'll call when I need you to come get me."
Flicking his eyes over to Chris, he watched the big man unfold his large frame from the couch and stand, crossing the room until he stood next to him. As Anthony looked at his brother, he saw the anger slowly dissipate as he nodded at him. Along with Chris, he walked towards the elevator and punched the button, the doors slid open and they stepped inside, the doors closing almost immediately as they descended to the foyer.
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As soon as the doors closed, Alistair turned to survey what's he'd just spent a large chuck of his fortune on. He could understand his brother's concern about the money, he'd expected it. Yet he hadn't expected the hostility towards Samantha. Anthony had never been bothered about the women in his past, why this one?
Making a mental note to discuss it with him later, he pulled out his cell phone. Checking the time, he saw he had ten minutes left before he had to return to the twentieth floor to meet with Samantha. He’d only been away from her for a short time and he knew it was crazy, but he had missed her. It was irrational and stupid, but he really did miss not being with her and for the life of him he didn't understand why.
He had never been the kind of guy who fell over themselves to impress a woman, yet, as he thought about his brother's words, he couldn’t help but wonder if that was that the reason he'd gone and bought this place. There were plenty of other places he could have bought, even others in this building, so why had he just shelled out millions on somewhere he would p
robably only visit a few times a year for a few days at a time.
Pushing his hand through his hair, he realised something. He hadn’t done it to impress her; he’d done it to be near her. Just the thought of being all the way across town from her made him shudder. He wanted to be as close to her as possible and if things went the way he planned, when he was here, she would be spending all her time here with him.
Tucking his hands into his pockets, he looked at his surroundings. He knew the place was a blank canvas, as his realtor had put it, and he would have to shell out more money to update the place to his requirements, but the more he looked around, the more he wondered how Sam would decorate the place.
Was she a shabby chic or ultra modern girl? Did she go for traditional or contemporary. If she was going to be spending as much time here as he hoped, he wanted her to feel comfortable. He would need to get her opinion on what he wanted to do to the place.
Sighing as he began to think he really was going crazy, he turned and punched the call button on the elevator. The doors slid open a moment later and he stepped inside, hitting the button for the twentieth floor.
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Checking her watch for what must have been the hundredth time in the last ten minutes, Sam frowned when she realised she was actually waiting on a guy. She never waited like this. What was it about Alistair that had her all but counting the seconds until she could see him again? Oh yeah, thats right, the man is fucking hot, looks at you like he wants to devour you and kisses like he's going for gold in the Olympics.
Shaking her head, Sam knew she had to get herself together. She wasn't going down that road again. Going gaga over the guy wasn't an option. Been there, done that, bought the tee-shirt. Jumping in with both feet only wound up with her getting her heart broken. It had happened before and, considering who Alistair was, it would more than likely happen again.
There was no way anything between them could be a long-term thing and she knew that her heart wouldn't be able to get through it in one piece if she let him get any closer. Now that she effectively worked for him, their relationship needed to be strictly professional. She knew plenty of women who lusted after their employers. She would just become one more in a long list.
When she checked her watch again, she grumbled to herself and jumped up from her desk. Spinning around quickly, she found herself face to face with a too familiar solid wall of muscle, encased in the same dark blue shirt. His scent filled her nostrils and she felt herself go giddy as his fragrance seeped into her.
God he smelt good.
Resisting the urge to take a deep breath and breathe him in, she instead took a step back. Her first instinct had been to put her hands on his chest and push him away to create some space, but she knew that if she did that, she'd feel the hard muscles beneath his shirt and her little pep talk from earlier would have been for nothing. No matter how much she wanted to touch him, she couldn't, not if she wanted to keep her heart in one piece.
Taking a brief moment to drink him in, he saw that he still wore the same pants and shirt as he had earlier, yet he'd discarded the jacket. The shirt sleeves were rolled up to reveal strong forearms covered in a sprinkling of dark hair. Looking up, his hair was still pushed back off his face, apart from one stray strand that was being awkward and fell over his eyes, eyes that were looking at her mischievously. There was a smile in his face and those dimples were on full display.
God damn him and those dimples.
"Mr Lockwood, you're back."
Sam knew how stupid her words sounded. Of course he was back, he was stood right in front of her, looking downright edible.
"That I am Samantha. Are you ready to start work?"
His tone was professional, but his expression was anything but. He still had that grin on his face and there was a glint in his eyes. She could tell that he had something in mind other than work and, even though she knew she shouldn't, she couldn't wait to find out what that was.
Sam mentally chastised herself, knowing that even if he did want more to happen, she couldn't let it. No way no how. Alistair Lockwood was off limits. Their encounter earlier in the day was just a blip on the radar. He wouldn't be getting any action from her. No Sirree. Now all she had to do was convince herself.
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Alistair could see everyone watching them, just like they had been the last time there were together by her desk. Sure, everyone was trying to look busy, like they actually didn't care about their colleague talking with a movie star, but he knew the opposite was true. Any one of these people would love to know what was going on, what they were talking about.
He didn't want to make things difficult for Sam, but he was so tempted to just back her into her desk and crush his mouth to hers. Now that would give people something to talk about. The more he looked at her, the more appealing his idea became and he began to wonder how far he could push her before she either gave in to her desires or slapped him across the face.
Sweeping his eyes around them, he saw that no one could see them below their chests due to the height of the soundboards that closed in Sam's desk. An idea began to formulate in his brain. He knew it was risky. There was a very good chance they would be seen if anyone came in the office behind him, but he needed to touch her.
Taking a step closer, he kept his eyes trained on her face, seeing her moving backwards as he moved forwards. Clearly she was trying to stay away from him and he knew that it wasn't because she was unhappy he was there, the quick rise and fall of her chest told him that. When she hit her desk, he saw her look behind her then back at him, her eyes wide.
"What are you doing?" She asked him in a hushed voice.
Alistair stopped moving when she spoke, confident that she wasn't going anywhere, at least not without brushing her chest against his. He wasn't touching at at the moment, but it wouldn't take much for him to do so. The heat radiated from her body and he glanced down noticing that her knuckles were white from gripping the edge of her desk.
Keeping his eyes on hers, he reached out his hand, his fingers playing with hers until she loosened her death grip. Taking her hand in his, he brushed his thumb across her knuckles, hearing her breath catch as he did so. Mimicking his actions on her other hand, he was pleased when she didn’t resist and allowed him to entwine his fingers with hers. The contact was small, but it was just what he needed. Just being close to her was enough, at least for now anyway. However, he couldn’t guarantee how long it would be before he needed more from her.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
As she looked at him, he could see her bright eyes were wary with questions. She still looked beautiful, even though she had no clue just how desirable she was. He would be prepared to bet his entire fortune that at some stage since meeting him, she'd given herself the talk about how he would never be interested in a girl like her, that he could get any woman he wanted and he wouldn't look at her twice. She couldn't be further from the truth.
How could he not be interested in a girl like her. She was beautiful, funny and wasn't afraid to tell him what she really thought. Honesty was a big thing for him. He'd been burned too many times in the past. Liars didn't get a second chance with him. If someone broke his trust, that was it, they could never get it back. He had a feeling that this would never be a problem with him and Sam.
His grip on her hands tightened when he felt her try and pull away. She was still breathing quicker than what would be considered normal and he knew that she was trying to get things back on track, back into work mode. Clearing her throat, she gave her hands a harder tug, giving him no choice but to release them. The other option would have been to fall against her, sprawling them out over her desk. Whilst that did hold some appeal, he doubted she would appreciate him taking advantage in front of her colleagues.
"Ready when you are Mr Lockwood."
Alistair couldn't stop his smile from spreading even bigger as she still refused to call him by his given name. He didn't see it an an annoyance, to him it w
as a challenge. One way or another, she would call him Alistair, even if it was only whilst she was in the throes of passion.
"Shall we?"
Alistair watched as she moved along the edge of her desk, trying her hardest not to touch him again. He should be a gentleman and take a step back to give her room, but he was having too much fun. He heard her sigh deeply with frustration until she finally worked herself free and headed towards David's office. Oh, no. This wouldn't work. If he wanted to get to know her, he couldn't do it with her boss present. This wouldn't do at all.
"Um, Samantha, where are you going?"
He saw her turn to face him and place one hand on her hip. The look on her face held a hint of annoyance, but he found that she looks really cute when she was steamed.
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