by Cynthia Dane
Damn. She became merciless when she was horny!
“Yes.” Too meek. “Yes!”
Alice submitted to his gravity. The black hole sucked her in, and soon there was no light, no sound. Only the feeling of his cock spreading her nether lips apart and sinking into her tight depths. The wondrous sound she made, head pressed against the wall and eyes slammed shut, was so foreign that she almost wondered if a third person was in the room. No, it’s me. And him. Just us. Holy fuck.
Fuck was right. This wasn’t lovemaking. This was sex. Fucking. Monroe could be as sweet as an apple pie, but it wouldn’t change the fact that what he did was fuck her.
Alice jumped into a haze of movements and sensations. Her legs held onto his waist as he eased in and out of her, gently at first, and then with the immutable strength of a man who had the mightiest need for her. His skin was so warm, so firm that she was in absolute awe those first few moments. She barely registered the thickness of his cock pushing her farther open with every masterful thrust. She barely recognized her own liquid heat creating the greatest sound she ever heard. But she did quickly notice something hard, and something determined hitting the deepest parts of her body.
Once she rejoined reality, even for the briefest second, Alice leaned against his chest and moaned directly into his ear. This only incited Monroe to take her with faster, stronger thrusts.
“Fuck,” he grunted, loud, succumbing to his own biological imperatives. Was it going to be over so soon? Alice should have guessed. She needed to come now if she was going to have any chance to. Monroe didn’t care about her pleasure. That wasn’t regard for her desires as his finger toyed with her rear slit, spreading apart her cheeks so his cock could reach farther into her. Clearly, she got nothing out of him roaring how hot, how wet, and how gloriously deep she was. Nope. No way.
So why did it feel so fucking good?
“Come,” he commanded, torturing her with deep but languid thrusts. His cock stilled within her, keeping Alice impaled against the wall. “Now!”
Perhaps it was the urgency in his booming voice that made Alice readily obey. For as soon as she heard that word, she began to climax, every new thrust taking her higher, higher, beyond what she thought was possible with another person and then down into the pits of pleasure.
“That’s it,” he grunted through her stifled wails. “Take my cock and come.”
She did. Alice held onto his shoulders and thrust her own hips down, welcoming his cock as deep as it could go, feeling every magnificent stroke turn her on even more. His cologne became synonymous with sexual pleasure. His heavy breaths gave her the energy she needed to ride out a long and demanding orgasm that wiped out her ability to perceive the world beyond the two of them. And that voice? Still commanding her to do this and that? It was everything she didn’t know she fantasized about when she touched herself beneath the covers of her bed.
Her feet touched the ground. Monroe was out of her, his still stiff cock brushing against her leg. Don’t tell me it’s over. Did he come? Did Alice miss it?
Oh, no. She wasn’t getting away from him that easily.
“You had your fun.” He snatched her wrist, pinning her against the wall and snarling in her ear, teeth nipping her skin and tongue daring to touch her cartilage. Yes… yes, that! Do it again! Alice was officially lost to the demons of sex now. “Now it’s time you take me the way I was meant to be taken. Don’t you agree, Ms. Culver?”
She dared him to keep saying her name. Like that, no less. “Yes, sir.” They were going to go again? Oh, he hadn’t come yet? What a terrible thing! “Absolutely.”
“Don’t recall giving you permission to say that word, but I’ll let it slide for now.” Monroe hauled her to the abandoned couch and pushed her against it. “Synonyms are fine.”
Alice fell against the couch, fingernails scraping the leather as she braced for balance. Her legs naturally spread, the flats of her feet the only things on her side when Monroe grabbed her by the hair and pulled. A cry of pain and excitement burst from Alice’s mouth. Monroe’s other hand wrapped around her face, petting her cheek and tickling the corner of her mouth. “I like you, Ms. Culver. You’re a sweet woman, yet not afraid of her spicier side. Look at how willingly you spread your legs for me. A man could get used to this. Not every woman is so eager like you are. I need more like you in my life.”
Words. He was saying words. That’s nice.
“You make it so easy…” The head of his cock penetrated her as she bent over the back of the couch. Then it pulled out again. Slightly in. All the way out. In. Out. Never deeper with each passing stroke – only pure torment on her part. Especially that sound. Goodness! Alice was well aware of what sex sounded like. Yet she wasn’t prepared to hear the sweet, succulent sound of his cock easing in and out of her spread opening. Nor was she prepared for the cracking smack! of his fingertips against her ass.
She yelped, hands grabbing the nearest pillow as she craned her head around and looked into those whirling eyes. Not a single piece of clothing had fallen from Monroe’s body. Everything was still perfectly in place. His jacket. His vest. The buttons on his collared shirt. Those golden cufflinks twinkling in the lights. The only thing betraying the fact he was fucking some beautiful woman was his wrinkled trousers, the opened zipper wide enough to let his cock out. Not that Alice could see it from this angle. It was an invisible entity that surprised her every time it touched her.
“Whenever I pull your hair or tap your ass,” Monroe began, pulling and tapping harder at the same time, “you get wetter. Now how am I supposed to interpret that, Ms. Culver?”
That wasn’t a yes or no question. She wasn’t supposed to answer. Not verbally, anyway. You interpret that as meaning I’m drunk for you. Her orgasm had made damn well sure that she was ready for more of his hard loving. One hand pulled her hair. The other held her hip against the couch. Alice wasn’t going anywhere. She was going to take Monroe the way he was meant to be taken, so help him God!
“I don’t want to hear a word out of you. Moan all you want, but that’s all I want to hear. That and your body acting as a conduit for my needs, Ms. Culver. This is what you were meant to do all night. Take it. Now.”
It frightened her how effortlessly he slammed into her. The force was such that Alice had to splay her hands against the couch cushion, her breasts swaying freely, nipples grazing the top of a pillow. She was in Heaven, and she had no idea how to jump back down to Earth.
If she thought Monroe showed her little mercy against the wall, he showed even less now. Every hard and heavy thrust had her shaking, shrieking, and shivering. One sound of pleasure after another told both him and her that this was definitely meant to be. Oh, hell! When he let go of her hair long enough to pull her hips down onto his cock, every fucking inch of him filling space she didn’t know she had inside of her, Alice cried out. Again. Again. Again. Monroe was on a mission to appreciate every moment he had with her.
“That’s it, Ms. Culver.” His voice had changed. Gone was the careful perfection. Now he was nothing but need. Shit. He was going to come. Yup. That has to be it. His cock suddenly felt bigger inside of her. That couldn’t have been all skill, no matter how good he was. “Don’t move. This is how I want you.”
This was how she wanted it too! Her hips slammed both against him and the couch. Her hands wrapped rightly around the arm of the couch and the cushion beneath her. Her naked breasts tickled the fringe of a pillow, every caress another explosion in her brain. She was going to come. Hard. Again.
He spanked her. Easy at first. Then harder, her skin erupting in exquisite pain and her inner walls bracing against his cock. Alice was so estranged from reality by now that this felt utterly natural. Why wouldn’t a man like him spank her until she came on his cock?
Monroe channeled the last moments of his strength into yanking on her dress and driving himself as far as he could go into her. Alice released one long, agonizing cry as Monroe stilled within her, every hedonisti
c grunt of his echoing in the room and coinciding with the swelling of his cock. He gave her one final spank. It sent them both over the edge.
Alice whimpered in both climax and awe as things changed inside of her. Monroe was still hard and relentless, of course, but there was also a gentle warmth expanding from within. It wasn’t just her own orgasm. It was his. The man was emptying his cock, and instead of panicking, Alice closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation. Warm. Warmer. Hot. Caressing her body. Her inner walls. Her core. Filling her until she understood what Monroe truly meant about taking her the way she was meant to be taken. It wouldn’t have been the same if he had pulled out or covered up. Alice was meant to feel this tonight.
Don’t. Stop. Ever.
Her brain registered it as an eternity. In truth, it was probably a mere ten seconds of utter bliss. The growl of satisfaction rippling through them both was pure Monroe. Everything was him now.
Alice found herself in a most compromising position as she came to. Monroe noticed the moment she blinked away the fog of sex and pulled out accordingly. He leaned against the back of the couch while Alice fought for her lost bearings.
It didn’t help that she experienced something she never felt before. Nothing prepared her for the sensation of a man’s essence dripping down her leg, her body unable to contain it all.
Monroe waited until she pushed herself back up on her feet before kissing her cheek. He tipped her chin far enough to kiss her lips, too. A cool, collected kiss to seal their evening.
“Thank you for your time, Ms. Culver.” He wrapped his arm around her stomach and kissed the tip of her ear. Such affection didn’t seem real right now. “Suppose I should let you get back to work. Have a pleasant evening.”
Just like that, Monroe ended their time together. He fixed his clothing, smoothed down his hair, and left the room without another look in Alice’s direction. The moment the door closed again, she sighed, both relieved and swimming in disbelief.
She had not anticipated on cleaning up her own mess that night. Yet that’s exactly what she had to do once her own clothes were back in order. There was no time to appreciate what had happened. Alice needed to get back to work before Susan and the others realized she was missing… and that Mr. Monroe was also unaccounted for.
Nevertheless, she rested against the couch for a moment, bidding her heart to cease its fluttering. Oh, and if her body could stop shuddering in pleasure, that would be great too. Just a suggestion.
Chapter 3
By the time Alice returned to the break room, she had realized her folly.
The club was closing up for the night. Servers sat down with sighs before cleaning up their stations. Performers removed their heels and makeup. Bouncers escorted intoxicated guests out, and the coat check girls were left with two unclaimed jackets that would go into the lost and found in the back office. Sid made his final rounds with the staff, although he did not say anything to Alice as she waited for Susan to come get her to show the final procedures. Then she could go home.
I’m such an idiot. Alice wished she had something to do. It would help take her mind off the big mistake she made in the VIP room. With Mr. Monroe, no less! The fuck am I doing, fucking the owner the first night I’m here? Even worse: they hadn’t used a condom. Not only would Alice be on pins and needles until she got a checkup, but she crossed her fingers in hope that Candice had some advice to calm her nerves. Stupid!
She had been caught up in the moment. How could she say no to Monroe? It was official. He was a man who could have any woman he wanted. That had been made clear when he so easily seduced Alice after one evening of knowing her… if “knowing” was even the word to use! Carnal knowledge doesn’t count.
“Alice.” Susan stood beside the table. Her expression was not kind. “We need to talk. Somewhere private.”
Alice was too consumed with the mistakes she had already made that night to think anything of it. As she followed Susan into a small, vacant office, she realized that her heart should be sinking. All she could think about was Monroe and the way he touched her, inside and out.
“It’s come to my attention that you’ve fraternized with a guest.”
“Huh?” Alice glanced up. The room was too dark to make out any particular features on Susan’s grim face. “Who told you that?”
“Shit.” Susan turned. “I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone with him. Even so, I have no choice. Sid has asked me to let you go on his behalf. I’m sorry, Alice, but the rules are rules. You cannot be employed here if you’re that much of a liability.”
While she heard the words, Alice struggled to understand them. I’m being fired? Well, it was true. She wasn’t supposed to be fraternizing with the guests, let alone screwing them while on the job. Shit. More things to regret. Alice was too tired to be upset… and a bit too mellowed out from hot sex too.
“Ugh.” She leaned her elbows against the empty desk, hair sliding between her fingers. “Who told you?” Alice asked again.
Susan bit her lip. Then, “Mr. Monroe did. Half an hour ago, before he left.”
That’s all she said. No “How could you, stupid girl?” No “Really? On the first day of the job?” And no “Did you think you could get away with it? Did you apply to work here to nab yourself a billionaire?”
Alice rather wished she had said something along those lines.
“So let me get this straight,” Alice mumbled. “The owner of the club told you that he and I fraternized.”
“Yes. He pulled Sid and I aside to inform us that you had failed his test.”
Alice jerked up. “What?” Yup. That had awoken her hold on reality.
“For fuck’s sake, Alice.” Susan faced her, fatigue washing out her complexion. “We’ve been trying to warn you all evening. Mr. Monroe is not as nice as he seems when you first meet him. He is cutthroat in all of his business. It’s his rule that there is to be no fraternizing between hostesses or servers and the guests. He takes it as seriously as he does the NDAs we sign. So, because he’s quite frankly a dick, he makes it a mission to seduce every woman working here. That means I unfortunately know all about you and him tonight.” Susan looked away again, clearing her throat. “I’m sorry, Alice. You should’ve known.”
There were many things Alice could have said. Or screamed. Or cried, if she could get her tear ducts to work. Yet all she could think was that she had only herself to blame. Sure, Monroe was a fucking jerk for seducing her just to get her fired, but ultimately, she was the one who dropped the guillotine on her own neck. I didn’t think he would tell anyone. Alice was under no delusion that they shared anything more than some sexual chemistry. All along she had known that she was a hookup for the night. If she weren’t an employee? Whatever. But now she could kiss the sweetest gig in town goodbye…
“I’m sorry,” Susan said again. “You’ll be paid for today, but I’m afraid you cannot be employed here.”
Alice managed to keep a straight face and a straighter back as she gathered her things and headed home, never to return. There was time to cry between being fired and searching for a worse paying job.
***
Candice wasn’t home when Alice arrived forty-five minutes later. Although after three in the morning, Candice also had a myriad of jobs that sometimes kept her out until dawn. When she wasn’t on the set of the next big erotic film, she was working her share of bars and clubs as a flirty waitress. Alice had figured there was about a 50/50 chance she’d see her roommate when she got home. She didn’t know if she was relieved or upset to be alone.
“Hey, Pete,” she greeted the parrot hanging out in the living room. He was Candice’s, a feathery friend she had claimed as hers for the past ten years. Never thought I’d be sharing a home with a talking animal. Alice slumped into the couch as Pete cocked his head and chuckled.
“Hey, Alice! Hey, Alice!” The bird was sometimes too clever. Kinda freaked Alice out that he knew everyone’s names. “What’s up, buttercup?”
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p; Normally his clichéd greetings amused her – and they certainly amused any friends she invited over – but she wasn’t in the mood tonight. So she drew her feet up on the couch and threw herself down to watch the Late Night rebroadcast.
I need to find a new job. The money I made tonight won’t be enough for rent. It was no joke that she and Candice lived above their means with their two-bedroom apartment overlooking a dingy alley and constantly smelling of the urine drenching the sidewalks outside. Yet what was there to do? Alice had been living from paycheck to paycheck ever since she graduated college. Her parents couldn’t help even if they wanted to. The cycle of poverty was too great. Not to mention her little brother’s medical bills. Terrence had been fighting his own immune system since he was old enough to complain of being constantly tired. Soon he would be old enough to go to college. Alice had dreams of helping her parents out of debt – let alone paying hers off – and sending Terrence to the college of his dreams to study anthropology. Just because her life turned out to be lackluster with nothing but a useless English degree to show for it didn’t mean her sick brother had to suffer from more of the same fate.
First, though, she needed to recover from tonight. Monroe’s scent still lingered beneath her nose. Every time she inhaled, she recalled his body thrusting into hers, his kisses hard, hot, and hungry for more.
I’m so stupid.
Her eyes were heavy when Candice finally walked through the door. “Hey, Alice! Hey Pete!” she called, filled with way too much energy for almost four in the morning.
“Hey, Candiiiicee!” Pete bobbed about on his favorite perch as he greeted Candice the way she had taught him. It was always flair and fun with that girl. Sometimes too much so.
Candice tossed her purse onto the couch, her body following suit as she leaned over the back and socked Alice in the arm. “How was your first night at the ridiculous sex club?” Long brown hair dangled in Alice’s face. At least there was Candice’s spicy perfume to finally overtake Monroe’s floral yet masculine scent. Shit.