Avoiding Mr. Right

by C. J. Ellisson

  Could he be interested in doing more, right here, right now, at work? Suddenly my

  teasing of Brian at the restaurant seems small and insignificant. No.

  I bet you want to touch yourself right now.

  Of course I didn’t a moment ago, but now all I want is to pull my skirt up, scoot

  my ass to the edge of the chair, and rub myself ‘til I moan.

  I type back, No.

  Rich masculine laughter sounds from a dozen feet away. Sure, you keep telling yourself that. I’ll see you after work.

  Heat flames my cheeks as I slam the phone into a desk drawer, shutting it with enough

  force to rattle the frame. Deciding I can’t let this man dictate my pleasure any longer,

  I stalk to the ladies room. Time to take matters into my own hands.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Andy rise from his desk to follow me. Damn him!

  I’ll find peace in the only sanctuary in the office off limits to men. I quicken my

  pace, eager to get into a stall and bring myself some relief. I know my release will

  be a good one and hopefully it will clear my head enough to focus on work and not

  him.

  The door whooshes closed behind me and the wetness pooling at my opening begins to

  slick the top of my thighs. God, I’d love a big dick in me right now, pumping and

  thrusting while I go over the edge. Two ladies stand at the sinks, washing up. I shoot

  them a strained smile, hoping they leave soon.

  I wait for them to exit and check the other stalls. No one is here, I should be able

  to let loose. The door sounds behind me and I whip around to see who else has come

  in. Freakin’ hell, it’s Andy!

  “You shouldn’t be in here,” my voice hisses out. He turns the deadbolt on the door

  and faces me.

  “I knew you couldn’t wait,” he says while stalking closer. “But I’ll make it better

  for you.” He slips his tie from around his neck and takes out his familiar folded

  handkerchief.

  My eyes widen as I contemplate why he might want to use his necktie.

  “You’re going to be loud,” he says with a wicked smile. “Put this in your mouth and

  do as I say.”

  The folded cotton square slips between my lips again and Andy fastens the silk tie

  behind my head, securing the material in place with a gentle tug. The gag feels naughty,

  but not scary.

  Andy leans in, whispering, “Do exactly as I tell you. Trust me, it will be worth it.”

  He presses against my shoulders slightly, encouraging me to walk backward and place

  my back to the cold tile wall. Leaning in, he nibbles my neck, planting heated kisses

  in a wet path to my cleavage. Excitement sings through me. God, how could I ever have

  thought Andy wasn’t stimulating?

  “Lift your skirt,” he says. I rush to comply. The cool wall sparks a tingle against

  my bottom, making me very aware of everything going on and exactly where I am.

  “Spread your legs.” Andy steps back and leans against the metal frame of a bathroom

  stall while I do as instructed. “Good.” His erection presses against the front of

  his tailored pants. One hand rests at his waist and I watch eagerly to see if he plans

  to open his pants.

  “Touch yourself, nice and slow.”

  My fingers ease between my thoroughly aroused flesh while the gag muffles my small

  sigh. I circle the hard nub with a feather touch, which brings me close to the edge

  rather quick.

  “That’s it, Carla. I see how ready and swollen you are. I’d like nothing more than

  to get on my knees and bring you with my tongue.”

  I nod enthusiastically, but he shakes his head, never taking his eyes off my fast

  moving fingers. It’s such a turn on to watch him devouring my every movement.

  “Stick them inside and pump.”

  I whimper, but do as he says. The slick walls clasp my fingers tight and a small squishing

  noise reaches my ears. First one finger, then a second, plunge in a relentless pace.

  The metal scrape of Andy’s zipper ricochets around the empty bathroom. He pulls out

  his erection and strokes it while I follow his last command. One fist wraps around

  his length and I can’t rip my eyes from the sight of him pleasuring himself.

  “You do that well,” he says on a ragged breath. “Use your other hand to work your

  clit. Nice and slow. I’ll tell you when to speed up.”

  Some inner part of me wants to rebel at his words, but the physical gag works to silence

  my personal turmoil as well, allowing me to let go and do as he bids. The moment I

  touch the tiny spot, electricity shoots into my body. My legs feel rubbery and start

  to shake.

  “Slide down the wall. Sit on the floor and spread your legs.”

  The chilly tile, the stifling gag, and the awareness we’re in the ladies bathroom

  combine to push me higher. I feel the release just out of reach and pump my fingers

  faster to drive myself over.

  “Not yet, slow down,” Andy says, pushing himself off the frame and walking toward

  me. The musk from his aroused naked flesh coats the air as he brings his cock a few

  inches from my face. Pre-come glistens from the tiny slit and I long to take the smooth

  head into my mouth.

  His fist starts to work slower, like he’s struggling to contain his own sensations.

  “Pinch your clit.”

  The rubbing feels so good I’m not sure I want to stop. At my hesitation, Andy reaches

  a hand out to grab my hair under the knotted tie, tilting my head back at an angle,

  forcing me away from the tile wall. “Do it, baby.”

  I pinch the flesh, as ordered, and a small shudder hurls through me. Andy steps to

  my left, straddling one of my splayed legs, and stops caressing himself.

  “That’s it,” he encourages as I continue to pump two fingers and squeeze my clit once

  more. His grip on my hair shifts, tilting my face up, forcing me to gaze at his cock

  and distant face while I pleasure myself. Passion etches his features as his erection

  pulses slowly in the air.

  “You’re ready, Carla. Rub it hard and fast.”

  I do as he bids, my body arching off the tile, a muffled scream making its way past

  my gag. Andy holds me firmly in place while the first wave of release washes over

  me, its intensity nothing I’ve ever felt on my own. A hot hand comes over the gag

  in my mouth, locking even more of my sounds away.

  “More,” he coaxes softly, “you’re not done yet.”

  I writhe and buck on the cold tile floor, pumping myself as hard as I can while the

  currents of pleasure continue to pulse even higher. The fingers pressing into my cheeks

  and the hand grasping my hair somehow increase the height of my release. Behind the

  white cotton and silk tie, my moans pour out one after the other, muffled and contained.

  A door opens inside me and a rush of emotion spills out with my orgasm. Tears leak

  from the corner of my eyes and trail down to the silk tie. No experience in my life

  can compare to this moment. Stars explode in my vision and I close my eyes to enjoy

  each wave of energy wracking my frame.

  “You’re stunning when you finally let go.”

  As the shivers lessen and the aftershocks slow to nothing, I notice the grip on my

  hair is gone and Andy has pulled his hand from my mouth. I open my eyes to see him

  stuffing his erection behind his fly, wincing as t
he zipper shuts it away.

  He unknots his tie and removes the handkerchief. My voice comes out dry as he lifts

  me from the floor, smoothing my skirt over my hips with his free hand. “But you didn’t

  come,” I say.

  Andy places a tender kiss to my mouth, dipping his tongue in and sending a fire back

  through my blood. “This was for you. My time will come later tonight. That is… if

  you’re willing.”

  No longer desiring to hold Andy at arm’s length, I am willing to see what else he

  has up his sleeve. “I look forward to it. How about my place at seven?”

  “Yes. It’s a date. A real date, Carla. I plan to take you to dinner first.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Andrew

  My second chance stands on the other side of Carla’s apartment door. As I pace the

  length of the hallway carpet, doubt rages through my mind. I never expected things

  to progress this well based on our one-night stand almost two weeks ago. Granted,

  she’s been willful by making a lunch date with the brawny stockbroker, but the accepted

  dinner invite tonight proves my recent attentions have been worth the effort.

  She was receptive to the blindfold and the gag, and even allowed me to control her

  peak. But how much further do I push her? My cock stirs in my pants at the thought

  of tying her up and having my way with her. Maybe, with the help of the gift I’ve

  brought, we’ll try the blindfold idea again and I’ll get her on her knees.

  The hallway around me loses focus as the blood rushes to my prick. I want more than

  anything to thrust into her all night while she calls out my name. My labored breathing

  echoes in the hall, indicating I’m too keyed up to be aiming for seduction. Waiting

  will make the orgasm stronger, but picturing my gorgeous co-worker writhing around

  her fingers on the bathroom floor isn’t an image I can shake easily.

  Running my hands through my hair, I make a quick decision. If I can’t get tonight

  right, I might blow my last chance with her. And based on what I’m seeing from her

  more and more, I think she’s worth the effort. With a grim expression, I look around

  and proceed to the stairwell at the end of the hall. Stale air, with a hint of concrete,

  wraps around me as the fire door closes.

  I stand perfectly still; listening for any sounds to indicate I may not be the only

  one in the stairwell. I place the small gift bag on the floor at my feet. Grabbing

  the white cotton fabric from my pocket, the one I’d folded earlier and shoved into

  Carla’s mouth, triggers an answering lurch in my cock. Damn that was hot. Hurrying

  to free myself, I unzip and take my erection in a firm grasp.

  Wrapping around the girth, I twist and pump halfway down, caressing the sensitive

  head at the end of each stroke. Thoughts of the beautiful blonde spread open on the

  conference table invade my mind while my mouth waters at her remembered sweet, tangy

  taste.

  Teasing and playing with the gorgeous young woman all damn day has left my body tight

  as a wire and eager to explode. My eyes drift down as I stroke myself, the rhythm

  picking up as I recall how she reacted when I tongued her ass.

  God, she’s so responsive—she’s fucking hot to watch. The way her head tilted back

  while I fisted her hair in the bathroom, the burning look in her eyes when my cock

  bobbed inches from her nose. All too soon the moment is upon me and I cover the slick

  head with the handkerchief.

  My peak rushes forward, sending quivers racing through me. My balls pull up to my

  body and streams of come jet from the tip, to be caught in the cotton. A sigh escapes

  as tension seeps from my muscles. Shoving the used handkerchief in my pocket and my

  semi-hard dick back in my pants, I grab the gift bag and proceed back into the hall.

  I’m sure I’ll be able to perform much better this evening when it really counts.

  Determination and confidence pours through me as I knock on her apartment door. I

  plan on giving her the night of her life. She’s bound to see we’re right for each

  other when I leave her more satisfied than any other man has before.

  Carla answers and ushers me in with a charming smile. “Nice to see you’re on time.”

  I return her smile, “It’s never good to keep a lady waiting.”

  “Huh,” she quirks an eyebrow, “you had no trouble making me wait today when it suited

  you.”

  I take her arm and pull her into a light embrace. Running my hands up and down the

  soft silk of her tiny black dress, lingering on her curvy ass, I whisper into her

  ear, “That’s not the same kind of waiting.”

  She pulls away and moves toward the small galley kitchen. “Green looks good on you,

  Andy.”

  Glancing down at my vee neck sweater and slacks, I shrug. “Clothes are clothes. I

  don’t think about it much, but thanks. Your dress looks hot, but you know that or

  you wouldn’t have picked it.”

  She laughs, running a hand over her curvy hips. “Thanks. Glad you like it. I know

  the dress looks good, but it’s still nice to hear.” Her eyes dart to the small bag

  dangling in my hand. “Is that for me?”

  “Yes,” I reply, setting the bag on her coffee table. “It’s for later, after dinner.”

  “You gonna make me wait to open it?”

  I grin and nod. “Haven’t we already determined it’s better when you wait?”

  She grabs a previously opened wine bottle off the counter, one hand reaching for the

  stopper at the top. “Whatever, Andy. I’ll do what you say… for now.” A heated look

  crosses her face. “Where are we going for dinner?” The pop from a cork fills the silence

  and the gurgle of pouring liquid follows. “Do you like white?”

  “Yes.”

  Carla sashays closer with two glasses, working her curves for all she’s got.

  “Thanks,” I say while taking the glass and leaning in to give her a kiss.

  Our mouths touch and I detect a hint of mint toothpaste. With my free hand, I cup

  her head, tilting her to grant better access. Our tongues dance for a bit and my semi-hard

  state soon becomes a thing of the past.

  The full raging boner doesn’t reflect the recent quickie I gave myself in the stairwell,

  but if I hadn’t done it, I’d be coming in my pants.

  She sets her glass down on the table. One warm hand traces the muscles in my chest

  while the other reaches for the one between my legs. “Someone is certainly happy to

  see me.”

  I stare deep into her eyes. “How could you ever doubt that?” Uncomfortable by the

  clear emotions in my gaze, she ducks her head and looks away. “Do you know what you

  want in a man, Carla?”

  She pats my cock, sending jolts of anticipation through me. “I know what I want right

  now.”

  This isn’t going quite how I’d like. I need to dig a little deeper before I give her

  what she thinks she wants. I move her hand from my crotch and raise her fingers to

  my mouth to nibble on them, “And you’ll get it… in due time.”

  “Why all the games, Andy?” she says, pulling her hand from my lips.

  Confusion tinges my voice, “Games? Isn’t that what you’re doing?”

  A spark of annoyance crosses her features. “You’re the one dictating to me, so how

  is it I’m playing games?”

  This
wasn’t how I pictured starting our evening, but I guess I’d better lay things

  on the line. I take a drink of wine to fortify myself then set the glass on the kitchen