The Sunday Arrangement

by Lucy Smith

  Chapter Six

  As soon as we were in the private elevator of my apartment complex, I fumbled in my bag for the badge that would give us access to my penthouse condo. The urgency behind my movements made me clumsy. I couldn’t get the pink leather wallet open. I hoped Pierce was too busy fantasizing about reaching the top floor to notice my obvious distraction. Finally I found the badge, tucked away in the crevices of the wallet. Before I had time to change my mind about having Pierce in my condo, I swiped the badge decisively and the doors to the elevator closed with a finality. At last, we were alone. The button on top of the elevator door lit up, and the sexual goddess within me did as well. I was awake and alive, ready and willing for anything.

  I stared at Pierce nervously, hungrily. My heavy breaths were loud in the small space between us. Within moments, he cupped my face and pulled me close. We were like two magnets drawn together with a force that even we could not break. His lips quickly found mine. They were soft and gentle, just as I had imagined. But he was forceful, ravenous even. He commanded the kiss, and I allowed him to take the lead. With any other man, this would be a complete turnoff for me, but with Pierce, essentially my rival on this project, it had a powerful effect. I wanted to be dominated. I wanted him to lead. Somehow it turned me on as if I were a virgin intrigued by her first sexual encounter. My panties became damp with this newfound awakening.

  The subtle touch of his warm tongue, wandering around the inside of my mouth, sent me to a new level of arousal. My fingers tightened around the small curls at the nape of his neck as he took my mouth in his. I wanted to stop him, to slow everything down so that I could savor every stroke, every brush, and every heartbeat in this moment. I wanted to relish this passionate embrace in the middle of an elevator, something I had always fantasized about. And yet, feeling his muscular body pushed up against mine, I wanted to devour him even more. It was as if I’d been sleeping for years, only to wake thirsty. Incredibly thirsty. I’d do anything for a sip of that tall drink of water.

  Effortlessly, he lifted me up and pressed me against the wall of the elevator. He was hurried and passionate. The mirrored wall was cold against my skin, but I hardly noticed. My legs tightly wrapped around his hips. My thigh grazed the front of his pants, and, for a brief moment, I felt something hard. And big, so incredibly big. Somehow I managed to stay in control. His strong hands tightly gripped my ass against the elevator wall. He pushed my dress up past my thighs, and I wondered if he could feel the heat resonating off me. His fingers toyed, once again, with the tip of my lace thong. Gently, he stroked. Back and forth, back forth. He was teasing me with his fingers, all the while distracting me with his artful tongue.

  His mouth slowly moved down to my neck, and my hands grasped his shoulders. I bit my lip and let out a small whimper. Everything he did felt so good. So right. It had been so long since I’d been with a man, but this was unlike anything I had done before. This was primal, necessary, and beyond heated. It was like a stranger had taken over my body, willing it to do as she pleased, not caring for the consequences, seeking only pleasure. I stole a glance at our embrace in the mirror as Pierce kissed my neck. Hardly recognizing the woman I saw in the reflection, the sight turned me on even more.

  The elevator dinged, and he hurriedly carried me out into the pristine living room. “Where?” he asked.

  I pointed to the L-shaped, white sofa near the center of the room. “Over there. On the couch.” My voice was breathless and rushed. The few steps he took across the large entertainment room seemed endless. My body was practically shaking with desire. This was the perfect spot, and I was ready to be entertained.

  Finally, he gently placed me on the sofa. With a flurry of movement, we undressed each other like starving animals. I ripped off a few of his navy buttons as I tore his shirt off. His pecs bulged, his muscles flexed. It was almost too much to take in. He quickly sashayed me out of my dress, flipping the silk fabric over my head with incredible ease. Soon I was in only my bra and my matching black lace panties. I was so thankful I had opted for one of the only sexy sets of underwear I owned, though I could never have anticipated the night unfolding like it was.

  “Wow,” he said, pausing for a brief moment to stare at my body. The wonder in his eyes eased the burning self-consciousness I began to feel as I studied my dreamy business partner. My skin wasn’t beautifully tan, nor were my muscles as sculpted as his. I was pale and voluptuous. My breasts bulged out of my bra. But I could see the hunger in his eyes. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  “Wow yourself,” I said. I moved to take off my bra, desperate to feel his hands on my chest, but he stopped me.

  He grabbed my wrist. “No. Not just yet.”

  I opened my mouth to argue. No one told me “no,” and no man had ever wanted to wait to see my large chest. But in the moment, I couldn’t bring myself to fight with him. I was too heated, too aroused. Not wanting to ruin the moment, I stopped myself from saying anything. I allowed him to have his way, but I wondered why he wanted my breasts covered. They were, after all, my greatest feature. Maybe he was saving the best for last.

  My eyes traveled over his black boxer briefs, the only clothing he now wore. Fixating on the bulge his snug underwear outlined, I was ready to see him. All of him. He stood up from the sofa, and awkwardly slipped out of his last piece of clothing. Tossing them to the floor, his erection sprang free as though it had been trapped in a cave for entirely too long. Pierce was devilishly handsome standing before me, naked and powerful. His cock was long. It curved toward the ground, hard and strong. I could see the pulsing veins of his circumcised shaft. I felt my face flush with passion. Never had I wanted someone more.

  He took hold of his cock as he moved on top of me on the sofa. Positioning himself in front of my face, I knew what he wanted, and I was a little startled that it turned me on to have him offer me his beautiful dick to suck. It was a silent command, and I wanted to please him badly though I couldn’t understand why. Taking his cock in my hand, I hoped I wouldn’t hurt him. I was not a virgin by any means, but my experiences up to then had been less than enlightening. What I’d learned about blowjobs came from reading articles and listening to friends talk about it. Professor Tillton had preferred dual intimacy, and any other man I’d slept with since was for my pleasure. Not theirs. This was one of the first times I wanted to utterly satisfy a man. Desperately I wanted him to enjoy me, all of me. I had a feeling Pierce would pay it forward later in the evening.

  I stroked his cock slowly a couple of times, enjoying the way the soft skin felt in my hand. It was firm and hot and ready. I held it up and licked the underside of his shaft from the base to the tip. Watching his eyes close at the sensation spurred me on. His breathing picked up speed as I made small circles on his tender head with my tongue. His hand suddenly grabbed my hair. I looked up into his hazel eyes. They had darkened with an intensity so tangible it made me anticipate more of the night. I stroked his cock slowly a few more times with my hand. I licked my lips and kissed his head before I took the tip of his anxious cock into my orifice. As the heat of my mouth encompassed the pink head, I heard him groan slightly. I looked back up into his eyes, closed once again. His moans gave me more confidence as I attempted to please him with my tongue.

  Gently, I took more of his cock into my mouth while I used my hand to pump the shaft. He was so long, so big. It was difficult to suck on him entirely. He moaned more, and I knew he was enjoying the attention my tongue was providing. I took my mouth off him once again, and I returned to licking the underside of his cock. The power I had over him thrilled me. He was like putty in my hands, weak with longing. The control and the look in his eye as I sucked on him sent me to new levels of arousal. I could feel my own orgasm begin to build.

  As I began to take his head back into my mouth, he stopped me with a light tug on my hair. I looked up at him, wondering if I’d done something wrong. He pushed me flat onto the couch with an urgency that couldn’t be faked. I swore I he
ard him say under his breath, “You are better than I could ever have imagined . . .” I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but before I could, he tore off the thin straps of my panties like a scavenger searching for food.

  Sighing with anticipation, I spread my legs for him. I was eager to feel his huge dick. He reached for his pants that were on the floor near the couch and took out his wallet. Frantically, he opened it and pulled out a condom. In all my excitement, I hadn’t even thought about using protection. I just wanted—no, needed—him inside of me.

  He quickly rolled the Trojan up his shaft; his expertise was not lost on me. The condom was specialty ribbed, not that I really needed the extra sensation. Pierce practically had me approaching climax and he had yet to come inside me. Moving on top of me, he positioned himself at my entrance. His presence over me was strong and dominating. I was ready for him to take complete control.

  He kissed me hard before thrusting himself into me. I pulled away from the kiss and gasped. His hard penis felt so good—a foreign, but welcome stranger. Slowly, he picked up the speed and intensity of his thrusts. I moved my legs to wrap them around his hips, and I used my hands to hold onto his arms. I met his thrusts in tandem. The ribs of the condom began to stroke my G-spot, and I moaned. The beginnings of an orgasm, once again started to swirl in my stomach. He followed me with a groan of his own as he continued to plunge himself deeper and deeper inside of me.

  I looked up at his face. He was already staring down at me. The lust in his eyes was almost overwhelming, and I had to look away. It had been so long since a man had wanted me like that. He took one of his hands and pushed against the side of my face, forcing me to meet his gaze. Our eyes locked on one another as our bodies moved synchronically. Seeing the lust in each other was getting us off. Our gaze never wavered, not because we were having a moment of everlasting love or anything so sickly sweet. A primitive need drove us together. It wasn’t making love—it was fucking. And God, it felt amazingly sinful. My mind began to cloud over as the climax raged within my body. Pleasure washed over me, and I felt my pussy clamp around him as I came—hard. I gripped his ass cheeks, and I watched in fascination, while feeling my orgasm, as his eyes closed and his mouth opened in a groan. He also came, and his thrusts slowed down until he—entirely too soon—pulled out of me.

  I was hot, sweaty, and satisfied. He sprawled out next to me, lying limp on the couch. I glanced at him as he caught his breath. Even though I never took off my bra, I put my hands over my breasts. I suddenly felt exposed, as if I was in a business meeting and wearing only my underwear. I didn’t like it.

  “I have to admit . . . that was incredibly sexy,” he said. His voice was light and breathless, like he had just run a marathon. My mind was a whirlwind. I wished I could shut off my millions of thoughts pelting my brain like raindrops in the midst of a thunderstorm.

  Willing regret away, I forced myself to speak. “I feel the same way. Starting off in an elevator has always been one of my personal fantasies. If I had known it would be that good, I’d have done it much sooner.”

  He hopped up from the couch. His limp penis, still long and attractive, caught my eye. He reached for his clothes, spread out over my hardwood floor in a tornado-like fashion. Methodically, he put on his pants and pulled his belt around his waist. He was silent and contemplative. I wondered if he remembered I was still there, half naked on the sofa.

  After a few moments, he stopped to look at me. I practically saw the wheels turning in his mind. “Perhaps we should make this a regular thing?”

  I looked at him sideways. God, his pecs are amazing. I wanted so badly to lick his nipples. “How so?”

  “Every Sunday night while we’re in Vegas, we meet here or at my place and fulfill one of our sexual fantasies.” He gestured toward the front of my apartment. “You said yourself that foreplay in the elevator was indescribably erotic, and I agree. Maybe we need to explore our fantasies. Ya know, see where they take us . . . see what we can do together.”

  I frowned. “I thought this was a one-time kind of thing?”

  “Is that what you want?” he asked.

  “It doesn’t matter what I want. We work together, Pierce. This could get messy.” I shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, aware of the irony of my words. I grabbed one of the nearby throw pillows in an attempt to cover myself.

  He pulled his shirt over his head and shot me a smile. “I’m afraid it already has.”

  His offer was incredibly tempting. Was I supposed to just throw away the best sex of my life? Were we supposed to carry on the next few months, years even, never again discovering the pleasure we had just made? Having sex with him every week, let alone playing out an erotic fantasy . . . it sounded too good to be true. I pointed out the obvious. “If the gossip rags catch us, our fathers will have a fit.”

  He arched an eyebrow. “I think I can live with that.” He sat back down to slip on his khaki socks. “Do you think you can, too?”

  “I think so. Maybe,” I mumbled. I didn’t like sounding so weak, so juvenile. I was a grown woman, after all. Why should I care what others may think about my sexual life? But I couldn’t shake it. The truth was, I wasn’t sure. Now that I had tasted the electricity between us, I wasn’t certain if I’d be able to resist it, especially while we were alone in Vegas. The thought scared and exhilarated me. I could lose everything if my father found out. He wouldn’t hesitate to take away everything I had worked for. However, what Pierce was offering me was sexual freedom—the liberty to express myself, fulfilling my deepest erotic desires. Any fantasy I could possibly imagine would now be at the tip of my fingers, and I even had a willing partner. It had been a long time since I’d had such feelings.

  “Look, Lauren. I think we’re at the same place here. We both want, maybe even need, some kind of release. While we’re here, we’re going to be putting in some long hours. Don’t you want a way to relax and enjoy yourself?”

  “Obviously you know the answer to that. But shouldn’t we find someone else? There are hundreds of willing partners for us in this city, I’m sure. We can find a way to get that release with someone else and avoid all of this.”

  Pierce glanced at the large window near my sofa. The white curtains closed around its frame. “There’s just one problem with that,” he said slowly. “I don’t want just anyone else.

  My breath caught. Had I heard him correctly? Quickly, I raised my hand in the air as though objecting to his response. “But if we—”

  “Our fathers aren’t going to find out, okay? No one will.” He smiled slyly. “Not unless they’re part of the fantasy.”

  Excitement rose within me. Was he serious about this? A threesome? Slowly, I nodded my head. “As long as we’re careful. This absolutely cannot get out or we’ll both be out of a job.”

  “Not to mention the family will,” Pierce added with a laugh.

  “Every Sunday, then?”

  “Every Sunday. I’ll take the first turn since the elevator was your thing.” He smiled at me briefly before reaching for his brown leather loafers. They were exceptionally large. I smiled to myself thinking of the age-old phrase, “You know what they say about a man with big feet.” How absolutely true I had discovered those little words to be tonight.

  He stood up and gave me a curt nod. “Well, it’s been fun,” he said simply. “Oh and remember, we have to start that proposal on Tuesday. It’s sure to be an exceptionally long day. Maybe we can order some Indian food?” He was so calm and nonchalant. I felt like decking him for bringing up business while I was sitting on the sofa in my skivvies post-intercourse.

  “Sure. Whatever you want. Sounds good,” I said dismissively, hoping he would catch my not-so subtle hint that it was time for him to look away, or at least allow me to put my dress back on.

  “Great. See ya Tuesday,” he said and briskly walked away.

  I watched him make his way to the elevator doors. My shoulders sank in disappointment as he seemed to bolt out of my condo as if to
avoid the bubonic plague. Why was I expecting anything else to happen? This was Pierce Maverick, not some lonely man looking for companionship. He wasn’t going to sit around and sip on some herbal tea after a good fuck with an essential stranger. This relationship, if you could even call it that, was casual, but God, the sex was good. I supposed I could live without a nighttime snuggle buddy for that kind of passion, that intense an orgasm. It was absolutely mind-blowing, unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

  I straightened on the sofa. I couldn’t allow myself to become weak now. We had screwed, and that was surely going to change things in the office. It might just ruin everything. I had to remind myself that apart from Sunday, it was all just business, nothing more. We had to maintain control of the project and our time in Vegas, regardless of the sexual energy that raged between us. There was no way I’d become CEO if I let one handsome co-worker completely throw me off my usual work ethic. Best to compartmentalize. Keep fantasy Sundays in one corner of my mind, and the casino project everywhere else.

  Chastising myself for hoping he would stay the night, I stood from the sofa and removed the last article of clothing I still had on—my bra. I walked to the bathroom to have a long, hot shower. I would surely be sore in the morning.

  Chapter Seven

  It was Tuesday, and I sat in the conference room of the Melia Hotel where the meeting with potential investors would be held. Pierce had been talking about different points to cover in the proposal—our new location, budget, projection dates, design plans—but I hadn’t been paying attention. I fidgeted in my high leather chair, fiddling with the blue ink pen in my hand. Focus was a distant stranger, concentration an unwelcome distracter. I hardly recognized myself anymore. It seemed almost foolish to believe I could carry on as usual, like nothing had ever happened between us. Hell, I had enough trouble focusing before we had ever been together. And now . . .