The Sunday Arrangement

by Lucy Smith

  I continued to rock my body against Pierce’s like I was galloping on a bareback horse into the sunset. Even with his clothes still on, I could feel the girth of his hard cock against me. I was so glad this moment was going to be forever on film because I knew I’d want to watch our slow and steady grinding over and over again.

  With his other hand, Pierce finished unzipping my red dress. Gently, he moved the zipper until my entire dress fell off me. I wiggled out of it, momentarily moving away from his tender touch. Throwing it to the other side of the room with a flourish, I got on all fours and bent over him like a cat ready to pounce. My ass was high in the air. My breasts dangled in front of his face like wind chimes swaying in the soft breeze.

  He nuzzled against them before taking one of them in his mouth.

  I sighed loudly as my breathing began to increase in speed. How did he always know just what to do? My fingers ran through his thick curls as he maneuvered around the tip of my breast. Pleasure shot through me like a bullet leaving a gun. Never had a man paid such careful attention to my chest, and I could see now that this had been a huge oversight.

  “Talk dirty to me,” I whispered seductively. I licked the outside of his ear before lightly biting his lobe. I could feel his body tense underneath me as though the feel of my tongue had suddenly awakened him.

  “You’ve been a very naughty, naughty girl,” he said teasingly as he stared into my eyes. “I think you need a few spankings for your bad behavior.” Almost as quickly as he had spoken, he reached his palm behind me and slapped my ass. One, two, three times. His palm sent bolts of pain through me, but they were brief and somehow incredibly arousing. The rest of my body longed to feel the same intensity, the same shock from Pierce’s usually gentle hands.

  I smirked at him, feeling powerful as I saw the lust in his eyes darken. Being wanted by such a gorgeous man, being filmed while fucking . . . it was all too much, yet somehow, it wasn’t enough. The insatiable animal in me roared to life. She was hungry and ready to feed.

  “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson,” he said. His voice was rushed and gritty. He flipped us again, and I took the chance to slip out of my lacy nude-colored thong.

  Ravenously, I unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way as he leaned over me. He nibbled on my neck and stroked my breast as I struggled, concentrating on getting his clothes off. Somehow, I managed to undo the final button. His shirt draped sexily open, revealing his perfect abs. I shuddered at his impossibly perfect body. Was I really in bed with such a god?

  Slowly, he pulled his shirt off, and I ran my long nails against his tight chest.

  He shivered slightly. “Stop that—it tickles.”

  I laughed, but stopped anyway. So much for dirty talk. I trailed my fingers slowly down his chest to the brass button of his jeans. His lips once again found mine, and I paused to take him all in. God, he could kiss. I tried desperately to keep up, to match his intensity with my tongue.

  With one hand, I unzipped his pants. I broke from his kiss and slipped my fingers into his red boxer briefs. Something large and hard was waiting for me, ready to burst out of its confines at any moment. I delicately stroked his cock as it hung over his jeans. Pierce closed his eyes at my touch. “Lauren . . .” he whispered. It was the first time he had said my name during a Sunday meet-up. I loved the way it sounded on his lips. I loved the way I could make him feel.

  Quickly he took off his jeans, tossing them to the side of his bed. Soon, both of us were completely rid of all our clothes. We were naked and ready, willing and hungry. I knew what I wanted to do to him; I just had to figure out how to get him to do it without asking—that was part of the game. He continued to kiss me, moving slowly from my neck to my breasts again. His wet lips felt cold against my skin, but I welcomed his sweet touch. I wrapped my arms around his muscular back and attempted flipping us once more. What I had in mind required Pierce on his back, but he didn’t seem to want to comply. Breaking away from his lips, I moved out from underneath him and he let up.

  “Are you going somewhere?” he asked.

  It appeared I would have to be specific with what I wanted. “Lie on your back,” I told him.

  He arched an eyebrow but did as I asked. I moved on top of him, my back toward his face. I moved my body to lie over his and positioned my pussy in front of his face. My hands took hold of his cock.

  “All you had to do was say so,” he said.

  “Where’s the fun in that?” I asked.

  His tongue met my swollen lips, and his hands gripped my ass. I shuddered.

  The camera I had bought was positioned right in front of me. I smiled slyly at it before I kissed the head of Pierce’s erect cock. Gingerly I stroked the shaft, up and down. Up and down. It was hard to concentrate on giving him pleasure when he was making my head spin on the other end of our long bodies. I tried to keep my hips from bucking as his tongue explored my pussy, but they seemed to have a mind of their own.

  I ran my tongue up the tip of his long dick. With my tongue, I moved in small circles around his pink head, all the while staring into the camera. Pierce’s legs tensed underneath me, signaling to me that he was enjoying our first 69 experience as much as I was. I hoped the other cameras were getting a good shot of his expert tongue jiving in and out of me.

  His fingers spread my tender lips before he used a long finger to push inside me. Lightning cracked through the sky of my world. I arched my back and whimpered as his fingers explored. I swirled my tongue around the shaft of his penis, paying close attention to the soft underside of his sensitive head. He moaned right into my pussy while his fingers continued to fuck me, and it encouraged me to keep going. The more I concentrated on giving him pleasure, the more heightened my own enjoyment became.

  His tongue lightly teased my clit as his finger continued to probe.

  “Oh, God,” I said. “Oh, God.” The feeling was indescribable. I didn’t know how much more I could take without completely surrendering to the pleasure steadily mounting inside of me.

  I took just the tip of the head into my mouth and sucked. Once again, his hips bucked. I used my hand to pump the shaft as I sucked on his incredibly hard cock. My other hand played with his scrotum. I gently cupped his balls, now raised in arousal, in my palm as I continued to focus on the head and the shaft. Soon, I was moving farther and farther down his shaft with my mouth. Back and forth. Up and down.

  I returned to placing kisses down his shaft and around the head. I felt him tense up, and I pumped his shaft faster, rolling my thumb over the head a few times. I encouraged him to come as I held my mouth open over him; I wanted to taste some of him. He gripped my waist as he silently came, his cum shooting into my mouth. I looked directly at the camera as I licked my lips and swallowed. It wasn’t as bitter as I was expecting it to be.

  He now worked harder to get me off. He added another finger and his tongue moved over my clit. Sparks of pleasure coursed through me. I pressed myself closer to his face, trying to get the most contact possible. He started sucking on my clit. The animal within me moaned loudly, wildly. I could feel myself about to lose total control.

  He slapped me on the ass, harder than before. I gasped in surprise and moaned even louder.

  “Again!” I yelled. And he spanked me even more aggressively. Pain seared through me, and a wild urge mounted within me like fireworks exploding in the night sky. I came, and he took some of my juices onto his tongue. I collapsed on top of him as I recovered from my high. My breathing was ragged, and I could feel his chest rise and fall quickly. We were both too weak to move.

  After a few moments, I rolled off his body, now dewed with sweat. I turned around to face him now. I kissed him, and his hand slapped my ass again. I moaned into the kiss. I could taste myself on his lips. He reached into the bedside table, pulled out a condom, and handed it to me. I quickly opened it, somewhat surprised that he was ready for round two, and moved down his body slowly to place it on him. Then I got on top of him again.
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  “Bend your knees and spread your legs apart,” I said.

  He gave me a weird look.

  “Just try it—it’s something I learned.”

  Once he had done as I asked, I positioned myself over him and sank down onto him. His hardness and eagerness was a pleasant surprise. I leaned back and used my palms to brace myself on either side of his legs. It was an uncomfortable position, but worth it as it allowed me to feel the full girth of his penis. He started to thrust into me, and I had to bite my lips to keep from yelling. The magazine was right—it did stimulate the G-spot. His hands massaged my breasts as he humped me. I could feel another orgasm building quickly; I was amazed and aroused at my body’s response—it wasn’t that long after my first climax. My inner walls clamped down around his penis, and he moaned but continued to thrust into me with the same amount of force. Suddenly he flipped us over, not losing a beat, before he continued to drive himself into me. Minutes passed. My body pulsed with pleasure, but the orgasm high was starting to leave me, no matter how hard I tried to convince her to stay. I needed other stimulation.

  As though he read my mind, his hand traveled down my stomach toward my clit. He used light pressure to rub my pussy in small, rhythmic circles.

  “Do you like that?” he asked. “Do you like that, naughty girl?”

  “Yes, oh God. Yes,” I muttered in response. I liked his second attempt at the dirty talk.

  “Your pussy is so wet. Do you want me? Do you want me inside you again?”

  I nodded eagerly. I arched my back as he pushed himself inside me again. “Pierce!” I yelled.

  “God, Lauren. You feel so good. Your pussy is so tight and so warm.” His hand never left my clit as he continued to stimulate me and worked me to yet another orgasm.

  I gripped his broad shoulders as the climax, once again, surged throughout my body like an electric current—an explosion bursting within me. My heartbeat was fast as he continued to thrust. Soon he was coming again with a deep, satisfied moan. He rolled off me and collapsed on the bed.

  I was completely exhausted and couldn’t budge. Pierce had worn me out, and the thought of getting dressed, hailing a cab, and going all the way back to my place seemed nearly impossible. I tried to stop it, but a cloud of fatigue wrapped around me. I was in the fetal position, facing the other wall. Already I heard Pierce’s soft snoring. I ended up falling asleep, tangled in the sheets.

  Right before dawn I woke up to see he was lying next to me, fast asleep. He looked so peaceful and sweet. I longed to kiss his soft lips. After a few minutes of admiring the rise and fall of his steady breaths, I decided to leave. I resisted the urge to wake him and say good-bye, though I wondered if he would insist that I stay. Instead, I quickly grabbed my clothes and snuck out before he could wake up. He’d made it clear that he didn’t want me to spend the night, no matter how exhausted we may be, and I didn’t want to feel unwelcome in the morning. When I got home, however, something even more unwelcoming was waiting for me in my living room.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I said groggily. My father sat on one of my iron barstools in the kitchen, nursing a teal coffee mug. He didn’t even bother to look at me as I slammed the door to my condo. I knew it was him when I saw his fat, bald head and seemingly non-existent neck. “How did you get in here? And more importantly, why are you here?” I couldn’t keep the anger from searing through my voice. Dad was the last person I wanted to see right now. I was eager to curl up in bed for the rest of the day, not talk shop and logistics with my unappeasable boss.

  “Seems odd that you’re the one chastising me, daughter,” he said sternly. His head was still facing the opposite direction.

  For the first time that early morning, I realized my situation. Heels in hand, makeup smeared all over my face, and my hair a hot, tangled mess, it was obvious I had just come from a one-night stand. Dad would, unfortunately, be able to read me like the large font of an open book. “What are you doing here, Dad?” I asked again as I threw my heels on the floor. “Surely this can wait till morning?”

  “It is morning,” he said. “This is my favorite time of day, just before the sun peeks out on the horizon. The world is still calm and quiet. No one seems to be stirring or bustling about. It’s when I do my best thinking, actually. The silence heightens my productivity.” He spun the chair around to stare at me.

  My hands were on my hips. I didn’t buy his contemplative crap one bit. “Cut to the chase, Dad. What do you want?” I sank into the linen wingback chair near the sofa, exhausted. It took all of my willpower not to fall asleep.

  “Looks like you’ve had a rough night,” he said simply.

  “I was out. Went gambling with some friends and had one drink too many, I guess . . .” my voice trailed off.

  “Win anything?” he asked. “Did you . . . hit the jackpot?”

  My eyes dropped to the floor. His tone was insinuating something, but I wasn’t sure what. Did he know that I had just come from Pierce’s condo? “Nah, I’m a horrible blackjack player. I nearly always give my hand away.”

  He took a small sip from the mug in his hand and stared out my window with its picturesque view of the city but said nothing. His silence was made me nervous, but I was too tired to guess or keep pestering him about why he was here.

  “I’ve come to discuss Pierce with you, Lauren,” he said after a few moments. His tone was flat and indiscernible.

  “And a simple phone call wouldn’t suffice?”

  He ignored me and set his coffee on my granite island countertop. “Have you been able to discover any information for me regarding Pierce’s loyalty to Hart Corp since our last conversation?”

  I fidgeted in my chair. I’d discovered plenty about him, all right. The way his hips bucked when I licked his ear lobe. How his curly hair bounced to life when he thrust his dick inside me. The way his beautiful, powerful cock felt—long and hard. “To be honest, I haven’t thought much about your paranoid concerns since we talked a few days ago.” This was true. I’d convinced myself that Pierce was arrogant and crotchety around the workplace, but at least he was a man of integrity. He wouldn’t screw Hart Corp over, and he definitely wouldn’t be able to do so without me knowing about it. “I did start to take back some of the control on the project, like you asked,” I offered. “But he’s done nothing that would raise any red flags . . . to me anyway.”

  “I came here to talk to you because I fear that it is no longer safe to discuss Pierce or the intricacies of this project via telephone.”

  “No longer safe?”

  He glanced around the room. “I have reason to believe we are being watched.”

  I chuckled softly, my voice breaking from my lack of sleep. “Dad, c’mon. Are you serious? First, they’re taking over the casino project, and now they’re spying on us?”

  “I am serious, actually. And I don’t appreciate you laughing at me

  I sat forward in my chair. Was he just messing with me?

  “Like I said, I have reason to believe that this project is being hijacked. That’s why I insisted that you watch Pierce.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” I said, waving my hand dismissively. “You’ve said that already, but you have yet to convince me or offer any real proof. I’m with him every day, Dad. If he was doing something, trust me, I’d know about it.”

  My father walked to the sofa and sank down on the plump cushions. “There’s a lot you don’t know about, Lauren, between Peter Maverick and me. I’d tell you, I really would, but I don’t want to involve you more than you already are.”

  “Dad you’re making me nervous,” I said. “What’s going on?”

  “Just trace your mind. I need you to think of anything, anything at all that might be an indication that Pierce is screwing over my company.”

  The intensity of his voice made me cringe. “I . . . I can think about only one thing. But I don’t think it was anything, really. It was just kind of weird, that’s all.”
I took a deep breath. I felt a little guilty that I was talking about Pierce like this, like he was a criminal who had done something wrong. “One day at work, he got a really strange phone call. He took it in the room, so he clearly didn’t mind that we were hearing it.”

  “Wait, ‘we’? Who’s ‘we’?”

  I rolled my eyes. “April. His blond bimbo assistant. Totally gorgeous, totally retarded.”

  “Sounds like every assistant Peter’s ever had in his hole-in-the-wall office.”

  I tried to push away the image of Pierce 69-ing April on tape like he had just done with me. God knew the little tramp would fly under the covers with him if he asked her to. And he probably already had. “Anyway . . .” I said, shaking my head, “he took this call and he sounded really weird. He said something like, ‘That’s not how it was, and you know it. I did it for her sake,’ or something like that. He seemed really upset by it. He hung up on the caller, but they kept ringing him back. He mumbled something about having to get the number blocked on his phone.”

  “Who’s the gal he’s talking about?”

  I shrugged exasperatedly. “I told you everything I know! I don’t think that’s even anything to be concerned with, Dad. Probably just a crazy ex-girlfriend or something. I’m sure he has plenty of those,” I sneered. I hoped my father wouldn’t pick up on the bitterness in my voice.

  He crossed one of his long legs over the other. “Did you follow up on this call? Did you ask him about it later?”

  “It was pretty obvious it wasn’t open for discussion,” I said. “Besides we don’t really have that kind of relationship.” I remembered April stupidly asking him about it. He had been short and defensive, a Pierce I wouldn’t want to touch with a ten-foot pole.