by Cat Carmine
Her knees are on either side of my thighs and she’s already riding me, rocking her hips back and forth. I slide my hand in between our bodies and press my fingers against her core.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already.” Her panties are absolutely drenched, and my fingers come away damp.
“Yeah,” she whispers, breathless. “You kind of have that affect on me.”
I grin. “Well, you have this affect on me.” I take her hand and press it against the front of my jeans so that she can feel how hard my cock is. A gorgeous smile crosses over her face.
“I want you inside me, Trent,” she says. Her voice is husky. “Now.”
“Fuck, I want that too, Hannah.”
She reaches her other hand down and then she’s using both her hands to undo my button and then my zipper. She frees my cock and then gasps as it springs forward, as if it’s reaching for her on its own.
She wraps it in her tight little fist and strokes it a couple of times and I have to bite my lip to keep from just coming all over her hand.
“Come on, Hannah,” I groan into her hair. “Push your panties aside like you wanted. Let me feel your sweet pussy.”
She keeps my cock in one hand but reaches the other hand down and yanks aside the crotch of her panties. She moves her hips forward a little so that she’s pressed up against me.
I can feel her slit against the length of my cock and then she starts moving her hips, coating me in her juices. She’s got a look of precious determination on her face. I throw my head back and groan — this woman has no fucking clue how goddamn sexy she is.
I let her rub her pussy against me a few more times but then I can’t stand it anymore.
“I need to be inside you,” I growl. I grab her by the hips and lift her just enough to position her over my cock. She uses her hands to line me up at her entrance and then she’s sinking down on to me and it’s like the closest fucking thing to heaven that I’ve ever experienced.
She moves slowly because she’s so tight and my cock is so big, but inch by determined inch, she takes me. Her mouth opens further and further, with surprise or with pleasure, as she keeps sinking down on me, until finally I’m all the way inside me.
“Oh my God, Trent.” Her voice sounds pained, but there’s nothing pained about the way she leans forward and kisses me. There’s nothing pained about the way she starts slowly moving her hips, grinding away in my lap.
I grab the front of her dress and pull it down so that I can see her gorgeous tits. She’s got a lacy little purple bra on — which somehow seems appropriate — and I yank that down too, exposing her nipples, which are pink and puckered.
I lean forward and take one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and then nipping it lightly. She yelps and then laughs. She presses her body closer to me and I take her other nipple in my mouth and do the same thing. They’re so hard they’re like little pencil erasers and I torment her by running my teeth over them lightly.
She’s still moving her hips against me. I can’t believe how tight she is. Even though her pussy is so wet I can feel her juices pooling between us, it’s still a tight fit. My balls are starting to ache and what I really want to do is flip her over and just slam into her, but I kind of like having her on top. I don’t think it’s a natural position for her and I like seeing her just on the edge of her comfort zone.
“Come on, Hannah,” I say. “Do you like fucking me? Fuck me harder. Use me. I want to see you get yourself off.”
She bites her lip but there’s no hesitation this time. Her hand dips down between us and she finds her clit and uses her fingers to stroke it.
“Does that feel good?”
“Mmm,” she nods. She starts moving her hips a little bit faster and then closes her eyes and throws her head back.
I grip the back of her head and pull her back upright.
“Eyes open,” I tell her. “I want you to look at me when you’re fucking me.”
She opens her eyes and I let myself fall into them, just for a second. She’s so god damned beautiful, and the way she’s looking at me right now, with such naked vulnerability is just … fuck.
I feel my cock start to ache and I know my orgasm is close but I’m going to be damn sure she gets off first.
“You’re so tight, Hannah. You make my cock feel so good.”
She moans but doesn’t take her eyes off me. She’s bucking her hips even faster now, so hard her tits are bouncing. She’s still fingering her clit.
I can feel her pussy start to clench around me, and if I thought she felt tight before, this is just a whole other level. I feel my eyes start to roll back in my head but I force myself to keep them on Hannah, the same way I instructed her to do.
She’s biting her bottom lip now and she’s bucking hard against me and then her pussy is spasming and her mouth is opening into an oh. She can’t even manage my name this time — the sounds coming out of her mouth are just a series of primitive screams, building as her orgasm crests through her.
Her pussy is squeezing me so tight that I can’t hold off anymore. I grab her hips and thrust up into her a few times. I can still feel her clenching and then my balls churn and …
“Oh fuck, Hannah.” I buck up so hard I’m afraid I’m going to tear something inside of her, but her mouth just opens wider as the orgasm continues to pummel her.
My abs clench and I buck up one more time and then I’m joining her on the pleasure wave. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold onto her, forcing her hard down onto me as I come, dropping load after load of hot come inside of her.
It takes whole minutes for both of us to stop shuddering. I’m soft now but still nestled inside of her and even though my lap is a sticky mess by now, it still feels right somehow. Like I’m not quite ready to pull out just yet.
I reach up to the back of her head and pull her in for another kiss. The franticness of earlier is gone, and now it’s surprisingly tender and sweet. Her chest is still heaving and her breath in my mouth comes in soft pants. I run my hands up through her hair and scratch my fingers lightly along her scalp.
“Mmm,” she moans and squirms in my lap. I’m so sensitive that the slight rocking motion is enough to make me gasp, and then before I know it, blood is starting to pool in my cock again.
Hannah pulls back and raises one eyebrow.
“Again, Trent?”
I shrug, grinning. “What can I say? There’s a reason they call me Mister Bigshot.”
She grazes her lips against mine and rocks her hips again. “Well, there’s a reason they call me SweetVixen.”
We drive around for a very long time that night.
27
lovemail
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: What’s next?
See subject line.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Um…
Do you mean like … where is this going? ;)
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Oh shit
No! We agreed just sex, remember?
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: I’m teasing
Of course I remember. Though I find it amusing that you would be so appalled by the question.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Hmph
I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me.
What I meant was, we exchanged a lot of emails. A lot of fantasies. So which one is next?
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Too late
Well, I’m quite sure I have exactly the right idea about you.
But this is a fun question, I’ll give you that. Let’s see.
There’s the one
about sex in an airplane bathroom.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Let’s leave that as a fantasy
Not the most practical.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: :(
True.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: How about…
There’s the one where I go down on you while we’re driving down the interstate.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Hmmm
I do like that one but I’m afraid my mother would kill me.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Uh…
Your mother has … what … to do with this?
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: It’s not as weird as it sounds
She worries about me driving and texting. She made me swear on my father’s grave that I would never do it. So I can’t imagine she’d be pleased about driving and cumming.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: It’s still a little weird
That is both incredibly sweet and incredibly disturbing.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Well then
That’s how I roll. :)
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Sooo?
Ok - there must be others.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Oh!
I’ve got it. The chair.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: ??
The chair?
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: ;)
The chair. /wiggles eyebrows.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: :O
Ohhhhh. That chair.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Lucky for you…
I have one in my office.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Really?
You do? I don’t remember seeing that.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: I hate to be the one to point this out
Well, both times you’ve been in my office, you’ve been rather distracted.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: True
Fair point. I’m not sure about your office though. Last time was … reckless.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: An alternative?
Well, I’m personally a big fan of that flavor of reckless. But I take your point. I have one at my penthouse too. That one I sent you the picture of, that was actually in my apartment.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Too soon
I’m looking at your picture right now. It looks like a nice place. But I think it might be too soon for me to go to your apartment.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: So…?
So … the office then?
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: …
…
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: A third alternative
It’s either that or we go to one of the L&B retail stores … but I can’t say I think that would make for good press.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Um, no
You’re probably right about that.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: That brings us back to…
That’s why they made me the CEO. Great mind for business, I have.
So my office it is, then?
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Maybe
I … have to think about it.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Let me make this easy
What’s there to think about? You. Me. The chair. It’ll be magical.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: You’re not helping
I said I’ll think about.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Neither are you
You’re toying with me. I don’t like toying. Tomorrow at three.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: :P
Okay, fine. :)
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: :D
Good girl.
28
Hannah
I sit and stare at my laptop for a minute, shaking my head dumbly. How in the hell had he talked me into that? The man should have been a lawyer. He’d win every case he tried.
I open my bedroom door and come out into the apartment and it’s as if I’m coming out of a thick fog.
“Hey,” Ally says, glancing up from the couch where she’s parked again. She barely glances up from the TV.
“Did you ever agree to do something and wonder just what the fuck you were thinking?”
Ally smirks. “What did you do?”
I come this close to telling her. I really do. And then I think about how upset she got the other day — she’s so worried about losing this apartment. I suppose I should be too, but the more I get to know Trent, the more sure I feel that he wouldn’t fire me for this. Even when this comes to an end, which it inevitably will, I think we’ll be able to handle it maturely and with no ill will.
But the thought of ending it literally takes my breath away for a second. I flop down in the chair across from Ally and try to get my heart rate back to normal.
“Are you okay?” Now she looks concerned. “What did you agree to do?”
I shake my head and try to smile. “Oh, it’s nothing bad. Just agreed to take on this new assignment at work.”
“That’s great,” she says. “If they’re giving you new assignments, they must like you.”
“Yeah,” I say, feeling bad about my lie. “Something like that.”
Ally is looking at me expectantly, as if she expects me to elaborate.
“Hey, want to do something this weekend?”
“Sure. Like what?”
“I don’t know — movie? Dinner? We should get out of the house.”
Ally rolls her eyes. “You don’t need to mother me.”
“I’m not mothering you, Als. Honestly, I’m doing this as much for me as for you. Work’s been nuts lately and I could use some chill time with my sister. Is that so bad?”
Her face softens. I know she doesn’t mean to be so defensive all the time, but things are so much harder for her now than they used to be. Sometimes I think she still hasn’t quite come to terms with the fact that this is her life now.
“That
would be nice,” she says finally.
“Good. It’s a date.”
The next day at work, Sloane confronts me before I can even make it to my desk.
“Coffee today?”
“Maybe,” I say noncommittally. “I have a lot of work to do.”
“We haven’t gone for coffee in ages,” she says with a pout.
The truth is, I’ve been avoiding hanging out with her for the last couple of weeks. I’m afraid she’ll be able to tell that there’s something going on with me. I already know how perceptive she is, and the last thing I need is her asking questions. I want to tell her, I just know that I can’t. No one can know that I’m sleeping with the boss. Trent might not fire me, but it’s career suicide if anyone else finds out.
I slump down behind my desk, start up my computer and try to look busy. How am I going to make it until 3pm?
I promised Charlene I’d get her a revised version of the wingback chair copy today so I open up the document I was working on. I peck away at listlessly, but the only thing on my mind is Trent. His dreamy dark eyes. His soft lips. His muscled arms. His thick fat cock.