“This was nothing, angel. You are mine now, and this is far from finished.”
12
Alexandra
The sounds from the kitchen woke me up. I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly as I tried to clear my fuzzy vision. My body felt so spent. I stretched it lazily.
Suddenly, I remembered I wasn’t at my place. I propped myself up on my elbows and focused on my surroundings. I was in Oliver’s bed. We’d made it to his apartment last night after our crazy office sex and we slept together.
Oh my. My body heated immediately when I remembered everything—the way he felt in me, all those orgasms, and how he fucked me against the wall, on the floor, and his chair...
“Oliver,” I breathed out, already turned on.
He was so sexy and muscular. The way he ordered me to do every single thing was making me even more aroused and I couldn’t believe it. I’d never thought I would be the one to be submissive when it came to sex, but I loved it.
I loved his roughness and dominance.
I loved his body and urgency.
He was driving me wild, waking up all those things in me I’d thought never even existed.
It wasn’t enough. The last night wasn’t nearly enough, and I was hoping for more. In the end, my decision to give in to our passion was one of the best decisions I’d ever made.
I stood up and decided to take one of Oliver’s shirts. I put it on me, inhaling his scent like crazy. He smelled so good. I left my panties in his room and went out to meet him in the kitchen.
I entered his kitchen and found him making breakfast.
“Good morning,” I said. He was wearing only his pajama bottoms, displaying his naked upper body completely.
Oh hell, he was so hot.
He turned around, his muscles flexing as he moved. “Good morning.” His eyes immediately slid over my body, and they darkened the next moment. He smiled seductively. “I see that you are wearing my shirt.”
I shrugged my shoulder, feeling overly self-conscious. I’d never done something like this, but I liked it. I liked the way his eyes drank me in. “Is that a problem?”
“Not at all. You are perfect.” His voice became a bit hoarser and my eyes slid to his now visible boner. I felt great knowing I did that do him.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Like a baby.”
He chuckled. “Good. Now take a seat. I’ll finish this in a minute.”
I sat at his kitchen table, watching him work in fascination. Not only he was sexy as hell, but he also cooked. He was perfect.
“So, you cook?”
“Yeah. That’s one of my hobbies.”
“Well that’s a plus. I mentioned to you that my mother is a terrible cook, but I forgot to mention that I’m a terrible cook myself. I can’t cook to save my life.”
He glanced at me over his shoulder, grinning. “Oh really? Have you ever been interested in cooking?”
“No, and I also didn’t have any time. I’ve committed my whole life to my career, so beside the interior design, art, and architecture, I didn’t have a lot more interests.”
“What is your inspiration? I mean, what inspires you when you are decorating some place?”
“Mostly the buildings of a similar type. I don’t like emulating, but I like starting from the basis and improving it with my own touch. That is exactly what I want to do with your building, Oliver. I would use its previous design as its basis and make it way better.”
“I want to restore that place to a boutique hotel for our high-end clients. This project is really important and we have some crazy deadlines to meet. I want everything to fit our budget, but if you feel the need to use more resources, you have the freedom to do it. So what are your ideas about the place?”
“Well, I have to warn you. It may be really expensive, but everything needs to be luxurious. We might need to increase the budget.”
“That’s okay. I believe in your judgment. If you think that’s necessary, then let’s do it.”
“Okay. So the whole interior needs to reflect the wealth of the people who have rich tastes. That includes the rooms—especially the apartments. We can hire some artists who can paint the walls, for example in the restaurant. We can tone it well with the crystal chandeliers and use some neutral colors for the motifs...”
I kept talking about my ideas for the hotel details, and Oliver listened to me carefully all the time without interrupting me. He’d already placed the pancakes on the table, but I didn’t even touch them, engrossed in my talking.
Then he surprised me when he sliced one piece of pancake and put it into my mouth.
“Why did you do that?” I mumbled with full mouth, enjoying the taste of his pancakes filled with some chocolate cream. It was delicious.
“You aren’t eating by yourself so I have to feed you breakfast.” Oh my God. The way he said it sounded so sexy, and my core throbbed immediately in response. My heartbeat increased as I noticed the lust in his eyes, and all of a sudden the atmosphere in the kitchen had changed completely.
He fed me another bite, not taking his eyes off me even once. He had the most beautiful dark brown eyes I’d ever seen, and I was losing myself in them.
“You know, I’m turned on from all this business talk. You’re so sexy when you are in your business ‘mode’.” His words made my heart beat even faster, and I couldn’t breathe normally anymore. “Strip down and lie on the table,” he ordered, and all my rational thoughts were gone.
My body was filled with desire as I took off his shirt, eager to see how he would react when he saw me without my panties. His eyes widened when he saw me completely naked. Everywhere he looked my skin burned.
“Shit, Alexandra. Do you want me to have a heart attack?” I chuckled and he sliced me with his hard eyes. “Lie down on the table. Now.”
His command sent another wave of pleasure through me, and I could already feel my juices flowing out of my needy mound. I did as I was told, and the moment my back connected with the solid, wooden surface, Oliver grabbed my ankles. He kept them on the edge of the kitchen table and went down on me, burying his face in my swollen core.
“Boss!” I cried out when I felt his tongue enter my hole. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” He smirked at me. “I’m fucking you with my tongue.”
I convulsed immediately after hearing these words, already so turned on that I couldn’t breathe at all. I took my breasts into hands and rubbed my nipples, returning his heated gaze. His eyes darkened immediately when he saw me kneading my breasts, and I was glad I had such an effect on him. I was losing myself fast, the pressure building so fast in me that I was sure this was going to be the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, playing with it until I couldn’t take it anymore, and a few moments later I orgasmed hard, buckling my hips on the table as the aftershocks rushed through my body. My vision blurred and my mind became completely blank as all I could focus on was the pure pleasure.
“Alexandra,” he hissed and raised himself, slamming his mouth against mine. Our tongues intertwined, and we stroked each other roughly, like we couldn’t get enough. This heated kiss made me aroused again. “You’re so gorgeous when you come like that, but I’m not finished with you.”
I watched him take the whip cream he’d put on the pancakes with his fingers and put it all over me. “Oliver?” I asked in surprise, trembling under his slight touch. There was something completely erotic in the way he left that whip cream all over my nipples, stomach, and pussy. It made me wetter.
“I love you covered with it. You are so sexy. Do you like it?”
“I love it.”
He smirked. “Good, because now I get to lick it off from you. Don’t move and keep your hands above your head.”
“Yes boss.”
I put my hands above him and shuddered when I felt his mouth on my nipple. He licked it slowly, taking his time until he continued to my other
nipple. By the time he took all whip cream off, I was a complete mess—wet and hot all over.
“Now I get to fuck you, angel.” He backed away a few feet. “Stand up.” I stood up and watched him take off his pajama bottoms and lay down on the same place on the table. His cock was so huge and I felt great knowing it was mine. “Now, I want you to straddle me, but you will face away from me.”
I bit into my lip, my eyes widening when I realized what kind of position he’d wanted us to do. I blushed hard. “Um, b-but—”
“Now, Alexandra. Don’t make me repeat myself. Do as I said.”
His order sent shivers down my spine, and I was desperate to obey him. I brought myself up on the table, turning so that my back was facing him, and knelt on the table. “What are you waiting for? Sit down on that cock and ride it like you own it.”
Oh my. My pussy started dripping from my arousal. I sat on him slowly, taking my time to get accustomed to his length, but he didn’t let me go slow. He gripped my hips and impaled me on his dick, and I cried out in pure pleasure when his tip hit me deep inside. Oh my God. It felt like it was ripping me in two.
I started moving, my ass bouncing after each movement. “Shit, angel. Your ass is... Shit. So sexy. So fucking sexy. Yes. Ride my cock. Ride it faster.”
I increased my speed, moving so fast now that the unbearable pleasure got higher every time he entered deep. I was burning with its intensity, screaming after each hit, and I knew I couldn’t take it anymore.
I cried out, coming, and I tried to get up, but he didn’t let me. He grabbed my hips to bring me back and started moving me in his rhythm.
“Lean backward and support yourself on your hands. Now,” he ordered. I did that, almost lying down on top of him. This time he could enter me in a perfect angle from below me. He squeezed my hips tighter and started banging me hard—so hard that my throat became hoarse of all my screaming.
“I can’t take it anymore, boss! It’s so deep!”
“Yes!”
Damn! It was so intense and I was already coming again. My pussy was so sensitive but he didn’t stop even once—and it was the most pleasurable friction I’d ever felt.
“Ah! Yes, boss! It’s so good!” He continued ramming into me, despite my orgasm—which only prolonged it. Tears slid down my cheeks, because of all the immense pleasure he was giving me.
Several seconds later we were both coming hard, our climaxes mixing together in one powerful orgasm, and I felt like we were one—like we belonged to each other completely.
I fell on top of him, totally exhausted, and he let me lie down like that over him. I tried catching my breath, my body buzzing after all that unbelievable pleasure.
Oh my God. This was the best sex of my life.
Oliver gave me such a huge pleasure, and submitting to him made me feel some things I’d never felt before. I got connected to him on a deeper level, sharing these immense sensations together.
This was intimate and different from all other experiences I had so far. I never knew submitting could be so empowering and make me feel that close to a man, and I loved it.
I closed my eyes, feeling my heart constrict with some emotion I’d never felt before.
After everything, I think I might be falling for Oliver.
13
Oliver
That was the best sex of my life. Shit. I couldn’t believe it could be like that. And with a virgin? Damn.
Alexandra was special and I couldn’t get her out of my head. Her body was perfect and the way her pussy felt was like she’d been made for me.
I loved controlling her, but what gave me pleasure was the way she followed my orders. She was giving herself completely to me, enabling me to be connected with her on some deeper level that even I couldn’t explain.
This wasn’t just about the sex. Yes, our sex was amazing and she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, but there was something else. The time spent with her felt special. I couldn’t wait to see her again. I kept thinking about her and what she was doing at the moment, and most importantly—I couldn’t focus on my work at all, constantly thinking about everything that had happened this morning and last night in my office.
Shit.
“Oliver? Earth to Oliver,” I heard Colten say.
I looked at Colten, my other partner, who was handling our on site duties. Just like always, he had a construction hat with him—his trademark—even though he wore a suit. Even though he looked ridiculous with that hat, he was a chick magnet, just like Grant and I, because his sandy blonde hair and blue eyes made girls go wild, or so I’d been told. “Yes?” I raised my eyebrow at him.
“We’ve been talking about the numbers,” Grant reminded me.
Right. We were at my office and we were looking over the budget numbers for the boutique hotel project.
I frowned and shoved my hands into my pockets. “Yes. Well, I’m starting to worry.”
“Why?” Colten asked me. He tapped his fingers on the construction hat, and the repeating sounds made me even more irritated.
“Will you stop that?” I snapped at him. “It’s driving me crazy.”
“Geez, somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed,” Colten remarked.
I snorted. If only he knew just how wrong that was.
“I’m starting to worry that I won’t be able to give Alexandra the money she wants to make the project profitable,” I said to Grant and Colten.
Grant looked at me curiously. “Why do you think so?”
“Well, Alexandra has high-end taste and a big vision for the hotel. I understand that and I support it, because I also want the best for it, but I’m not sure we would be able to go through with it.”
“Hey, man. You always worry needlessly. If everything is going well so far, I think we can manage to get all the money we need, no matter how expensive it is,” Grant—always the relaxed one—tried to reassure me.
“That’s right,” Colten agreed with Grant. “After all, even if we need the loan, I’m sure we could repay it and earn a lot more by the end of the year.”
“Colten is right. Besides, these numbers right now aren’t bad. We can reach out to a few more sponsors, pitch them this project and see what kind of response we can get. I have a few of them in mind, and if you want, I can contact them.”
“That would be great,” I said, counting on him. “I believe in Alexandra’s judgment, and I would like her to be able to decorate it to the best of her ability.”
“Okay, guys. I’m leaving now,” Colten said and got up. “There is a lot more things to do in the field, so I’ll see you later.”
He waved at us and got out of my office. I looked at the numbers data on my screen, still feeling a bit tense about the project. I didn’t want to disappoint Alexandra. I’d told her I believed in her judgment and to use as much money as she needed. I wanted to stay true to my word.
“Oliver,” Grant started, looking at me seriously. “You seem unusually interested to make this project work.”
“That’s because I am interested in making it work.”
“It seems to me that you aren’t interested in this project only, but in that interior designer chick too.”
Shit. He’d already noticed, huh?
I decided to be straightforward with him. “That’s because I’m...” I exhaled, feeling unusually anxious now. “I’m interested in Alexandra Harris more than any other girl before.”
“Oh?” Grant smirked now, his all-knowing eyes telling me what I’d already known—he’d been there and he was now married to that woman.
“She is smart, passionate, beautiful, and she loves her work. From the moment I saw her there was something different about her, and even now—when I’m supposed to focus on my work—I keep thinking about her. The way she makes me feel... Shit, man, I can’t even describe it. I bet I sound like a pussy now.”
Grant laughed and tapped me on my back in support. “Don’t worry, I understand you completely. Been there, done tha
t. She is that special, huh?”
I exhaled again. “Yes. Actually, I might be falling for her. I mean I took her virginity.”
Now that I admitted this I felt a kind of scared, because I’d never felt something like this in my life. This was completely new for me, but I couldn’t resist it. Alexandra Harris was everything I’d ever wanted in a woman and she was driving me crazy. I just hoped she felt the same toward me. I needed her. What we had had barely even begun, and I wanted to have her again and again—in my bed and in my life too.
Grant’s reaction wasn’t what I’d expected at all. He just smiled to my confession and said, “Hell man, I think that deserves a toast. Grant Junior will get a friend to play with very soon.”
14
Alexandra
Once again I tried to concentrate on the hotel project at the office, looking at the documents on my computer screen, but I couldn’t. All I could think about was being with Oliver again. What happened this morning at his place was something else entirely. It opened my eyes. It made me realize I’d been missing out on life.
My work made me feel many things, and I dedicated my life to it, but being with Oliver gave me some rush—something so special—which I couldn’t feel in any other way. I’d never felt like this about someone, and it still made me a little confused and worried.
He was my boss and I had no idea how he felt about me. For all I knew, this could be just a meaningless sex for him and he would dump me as soon as he got bored of me. That would be terrible for so many reasons, and no matter how many times I’d said to myself not to worry about it and try to relax, I couldn’t push away those negative thoughts.
On the other hand, I saw it in his eyes—that connection—which told me this wasn’t as meaningless for him as I feared it would be. Just like me, he was lost in our passion.
I wanted to see him. No—I needed to see him. I wanted to see him smile. I wanted to talk with him about everything. His time in the service, my parents. Everything. I wanted to feel him in every position and every place—his cock feeling every inch of my hole...
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