Missy Mischief

by Victoria Snow

I had him.

  There was a long moment after that we both just sat there, him embracing me and both of us breathing in syncopation. But then, I craned my head up to gaze at him, my breath washing over his face. We were so close. So… so… close.

  Slowly, his lips inched closer to mine, and I lifted my face further, leaning more into him. Bit by bit, we were drawn even more towards each other, until our mouths were just a breath away from one another. I could practically feel the heat of him across my face, rasping and growing ever faster.

  He paused, taking a deep breath, a look of conflict across his face. I could see doubt in his eyes, and I couldn’t have that. I wanted him to know that he wasn’t pressuring me, that he wasn’t some lecherous old man who was misinterpreting what I wanted. No, I knew exactly what I wanted, and if I had to close the final gap to do so, I was more than happy to.

  I lifted myself ever so slightly, using his chest as leverage, and pressed my lips to his. It was electric, the shock of it rushing through the both of us as my entire body pulsed in excitement.

  It was just a kiss, nothing that crazy, and yet it seemed too important to articulate. At first, Ollie was a bit stiff, like he couldn’t believe what was happening around him. To him. If he recoiled, I would have pulled back. After all, I wanted to seduce the man, not assault him, but within a minute or so he was kissing me back, his strong hands sliding down to grip my ass and pull me right into his lap.

  I let him, a heady laugh escaping me, but he silenced me by kissing me deeper. I returned it in kind, feeling myself quickly becoming drunk off the contact. It wasn’t long before he was taking complete control, driving the kiss, demanding, dominating. The feel of our lips and tongues intertwining was like heaven, and my panties quickly became soaked as we made out there in his Lambo in the pouring rain like a couple of horny teenagers.

  The longer we kissed, the more comfortable he became, which allowed the passion to grow in intensity between us until I felt like I might pop at any moment from it. The more his hands navigated, sliding up to entangling in my brunette locks, before sliding right back down to grip my ass again, the deeper I fell into the moment. I was lost, hook, line and sinker. Drunk on the idea of actually landing the man in my bed.

  I bit his lip playfully, eager to see what he would do, to see what I could pull out of him, and that seemed to be the trigger that swung everything into animalistic, lustful motion. I climbed fully into his lap, straddling him in the driver’s seat. He leaned the chair back, trying to give me more room for my thick legs. Ollie groaning and I felt the bulge in his pants strained against me, pushing insistently into my softness. He gripped into my ass more firmly, lifting my skirt higher and higher, until he had two handfuls of my bare cheeks.

  “God, you’re so soft,” he breathed, squeezing me. I purred into his movement, letting my head fall back a little. That seemed to urge him on, because his fingers on one hand released their grip on me, traversing to the front of my thong to rub against the silky front.

  I moaned, his strong digits feeling heavenly as they slid across the slick material. He was tentative at first, and I wanted him to be anything but that, so I bent down to his ear and traced my tongue along his lobe.

  He groaned with ecstasy in response, exactly what I wanted to hear, and I leaned back against the steering wheel. The hand once gripping my butt snaked its way up into my shirt and he palmed my breasts before pulling my top up to expose them. I was surprised at the sudden move, but I welcomed it, making noises of appreciation. He bit his lip at the sight of them and leaned forward, licking my nipples and gently scoring it with his teeth, sending chills down my spine.

  “Oh please, yes, that,” I breathed, pushing my breast into him to urge him onwards. And he increased his ministrations with a determined sort of intensity, like he wanted to wring every bit of pleasure out of me that he could. And I certainly wasn’t complaining. Not one bit.

  I felt like I was on cloud nine, without a care in the world. It was just Ollie and me, no one else. The pleasure ramped up in me, and soon I found myself wanting more than just his mouth on my sensitive breasts. As delicious as it felt, we were nowhere near the finish line.

  I reached down blindly, fiddling with his belt, struggling to try to undo it and get to my prize. I felt like a woman incised, knowing that his pulsing manhood just a few layers of clothing away. I wanted to feel him inside me, filling me up with that big, hard, cock of his. And nothing was going to get in my way of what I wanted.

  Until a car horn blared loudly as it went by.Ollie sat up straight, seeming to come out of his lust filled trance, realizing the rain had stopped. He cursed and set me back in my seat, helping me pull down my skirt. It was like whiplash to my emotions and I just sat there a moment, blinking stupidly at the rest of the world.

  We had just been- I’d been- it had been so hot and now it most decidedly was not.

  Ollie cleared his throat, as if he was just as uncertain about what had happened as I was. That brought me back to reality a little bit, so I buckled up as he pulled back into traffic.“Kat,” he said in a low voice, full of frustration and angst. “This can never happen again. I respect your father too much to do this to him.”

  Ew. Of course, he would bring that up. If there ever was a boner-killer, it was thinking about my own father when I was trying to bag one of my dream lays.“But Ollie,” I whined, “This is about us, not my dad. We are two different people. What you do doesn’t affect your relationship with me. I’m not his property and I’m nowhere near underage.”

  “He is my best friend, and you are his daughter.” He shook his head as he drove. “It isn’t right, Kat. You know that.” I crossed my arms and sighed, rolling my eyes. “Listen, you are a beautiful woman, so please, just know this is about my loyalty to your father, not that I don’t think you are wonderful.”

  “I’m fully aware of that, don’t worry.”

  Maybe I was being petulant, but I basically had the female version of blue balls and it was making me a bit crabby. I could feel where my nipples were still damp inside my shirt and I knew my panties were soaked. It sucked to have it yanked away due to a sudden honk, and I couldn’t help but pout the entire way home.

  We were silent, with neither of us speaking until he pulled into our driveway. “I’m sorry but from now on, everything will be one hundred percent professional, and that’s that.”

  “If you say so,” I responded tersely before heading out of the car. I could feel his eyes on me, boring into my back, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of turning around to glance back.

  Not even once.

  9

  Pierce (Monday)

  I stared out the window of my office, looking out over downtown New Orleans. It was a beautiful place, full of life and excitement, festivals and culture, food that was so full of flavor that it was impossible to ever get tired of it, and yet my mood starkly contrasted to all of that. Instead it matched the gloomy whether we were having, grey and drab, bordering on a storm.

  And all of that was mostly due to a singular woman.

  I had spent all weekend thinking about Kat Grace, obsessing over her, longing for her. Wondering how good she would taste, how her eyes would look as she gazed up at me longingly, on those dainty little knees of hers. I had been just moments away from kissing her in Michael’s office, we both knew it, but we also knew that wouldn’t do. She was my friend’s daughter, even if she did look like a goddess made flesh.

  I had to get her out of my head and keep to the plan. It all had to be one hundred percent business. No hanky panky, no misbehaving, and definitely…no getting it on my best friend’s’ daughter, though every part of me wanted to. Every part of me.

  Even business stuff didn’t help, she was always on my mind. She lurked in the tail of every thought, random sensations and impulses reminding me of her. The curve of her shoulder where it met her neck. The plump cushion of her lips and how they fit on her heart-shaped face. The bounce of her hair and her ass wh
enever she was walking away from me.

  And yet I knew that I had to squash that bug before it bit me. I didn’t want to destroy the friendship that Michael and I had. Even if it meant pining for her forever.

  Kat was an adorable mix of determined, strong woman and mischievous little vixen. She was a mishmash of all the right things to keep me interested, to challenge me in a way that so few others did. She was partly a very naughty girl who always got her way, a spoiled little curvy succubus that made men her pray. She was also partly sweet and caring, a real Robin Hood type. But she was also smart, well-spoken and able to read people so easily. Now that I had been caught in her snare, I was aware of just how cunning she was.

  And dammit, if that didn’t absolutely do it for me.

  I wanted to give it all to her in the worst way. Spoil her, care for her every need, buy her anything she wanted, and take her to my bed however and whenever she wanted. But I knew that it would never fly with Michael, so I had to just corral those feelings up and let them get tossed in the back of my mind. It wasn’t worth losing Michael as a friend over. Especially when Michael had always been so good to me.

  Yet, as much as I told myself that, I just kept going around in the same circles over and over again.

  As I was contemplating ways to get rid of those pesky feelings, who else would saunter in, but the sexy little minx herself. She was dressed in a tight purple number, like it was painted on her generous frame, the neckline dangerously low. I couldn’t help but look, a pearl necklace adorning her, resting just above the cleavage that almost poured over the top. I was sweating at the sight of it, and I was pretty sure that she instantly knew.

  “What are you doing here?” I managed to get out without my tone completely betraying myself. Not that it mattered, she had that look on her face, the one that said she had already plotted out a million and one ways that our conversation was going to go and all of them ended exactly how she wanted them to.

  She walked over to my desk and leaned over, the gravity of her bosom causing the dress to strain a little, showing more of her breasts. I took a deep breath and pointedly ignored it. I was impervious. I was a grown man, not some horny little schoolboy who lost his mind at the sight of someone’s chest.

  Not today my boy, you have to stay strong for Michael.

  She handed me a folder of printouts as if she was ambivalent to my inner torment, even though I knew she couldn’t be. “These are the possible properties that Ollie’s realtor sent. I figured it would help if we all had them to look over.” She smiled, standing back up straight. Finally, there was a small confirmation that something was indeed up as that mischievous look plastered across her beautiful face.“Why did you have to bring them over?” I eyed her suspiciously. “You have a fax machine; you have employee grunts who could have brought them to my assistant.”“Well,” she shrugged playfully, looking about. It was all very theatrical and I could almost feel myself being set up in real time. And yet I didn’t mind. I was amused by her game. Excited. “I always wanted to see what your office looked like.”

  She made her way around the room, picking up different statues and pictures I had around the place. She looked at the paintings on the wall, seemingly with great interest. I watched her carefully as she sashayed through the space, her breasts and bottom jiggling and swaying with each click of her heel.

  It took quite a while for her to complete the entire circuit, and when she came back towards my desk, she looked like a cat that had already caught the canary. She paused a moment and I watched her, waiting for her next move. She just grinned blithely at me before coming to rest next to my desk and leaning against it.

  Her smile grew devilish, and I struggled to ignore her, ruffling through the printouts she had handed me. I found one that seemed to be the best for our buck, but also in an area that was easy clean up and we could make into a paradise. “This one here. I’ll take a look at this first; it seems to be the most promising.” I said, feigning enthusiasm about the project. Anything to distract me from the fact that she was inches away from me, and all I wanted to do was grab her and have my way with her. “Oh really? Let me see.” She smiled, leaning in closer, her scent filling my nose and overcoming my senses. She seemed to sense it almost immediately and looked away from the printout. Our gazes locked and she stared into my eyes, saying so much even though her mouth didn’t move at all.

  And I was drawn to her, irrevocably and completely drawn to her. I was like a moth flying directly towards a light, even though I knew it would most likely be the end of me.

  It all happened in just a moment. I felt myself lose any sense of morality or comradery. All the thoughts of ‘no’, all the telling myself I had to hold back vanished. Michael was a distant echo in the back of my mind, and before I knew it, I pulled her onto my lap, nearly slamming my lips into hers. I demanded, I pressed, and the resulting surge when she returned it in kind was nearly overwhelming.

  It was several minutes later when I pulled away from her so that we both could breathe. It was only then that I noticed how I had smeared her lipstick all around her mouth, and I was sure that my lower face was equally stained. And for some reason, that just incised me more.

  I wanted to ruin her for other men, and that was all that I knew. All of my reservations fell away and I dove right back in.

  10

  Kat (Monday)

  Finally, it was happening! My spell had reeled in the insatiable hunger of Mister Pierce Brandon, and I was positively pleased as punch. I didn’t think that I would be able to tame the Brooklyn brawler, but I melted his senses, and all that professional business rigamarole went out the window.He was like a tornado of passion, a stark contrast to his usual straight-laced demeanor. He was different that Ollie’s measured seduction. His hands navigating all over me, kissing me with more passion and leaving me breathless. While he was different, he wasn’t better than Ollie, he was more so…complementary. He kept kissing me passionately, biting my lip ever so often and sucking on my tongue, proving to be an even more amazing kisser than previously expected. But then, all thoughts left my head completely as Pierce cupped my breasts. his engorged rod pushing into me through his clothes and my panties, my nectar soaking through as he exposed my breasts, licking and sucking on them. I wanted him inside me, to feel his girth spread me open, making love to me until my legs shook and I begged for more. He gripped into my ass, putting his hands down the back of my underwear as I grinded into him more. “Can I take you for a ride, Mister Brandon?” I leaned into his ear, and he kissed my neck, sucking on it and showering it with kisses. “Absolutely,” He whispered back, gripping hard onto my ass, putting his hands down the back of my underwear as I grinded into him. He slipped a hand down and felt how wet I was, licking the liquid off his fingers. “It looks like you’ve made a mess Kat. What a naughty little girl you’ve been.” I couldn’t take it anymore, reaching down to unzip his pants so I could finally feel his hard rod slip inside my tight little canal. I wanted to ride him like he was a stallion, bucking against him. I wanted him to bend me over the desk, pull my hair and pound me until I screamed his name and he and I both exploded. I got the zipper unzipped, his boxers in clear view, his dick almost in reach and ready for the taking. And then the phone rang. Pierce suddenly regained his senses and looked at me stone face, a much different look from just seconds ago when he was feeling all over me and tasting my honey. He picked me up off of him, setting me on my feet next to him, picking up the phone. After a few moments he barked at whoever was on the phone.“Then get me someone who does know what the fuck they’re doing!” He snarled, slamming the phone, standing up and giving off serious waves of anger. He looked me up and down, still fuming, ruffling his hair in frustration. His crotch still covered in the results of our disappointingly quick little tryst. “This isn’t at all appropriate Kat. It is unprofessional!” He raised his hands in the air, taking a deep breath before wiping his face. “I think you are a little bit too concerned about professionalism and
need to live a little, Pierce.” I snorted. “You’re not concerned enough young lady,” Ugh the young lady bit again. When it wasn’t linked with being a naughty girl, it was just a condescending mess. “If you’re trying to ruin your own career, you’re headed down the right path.”“I am not trying to ruin my career, I am doing just fine, thank you.” I growled. “I am the one that got you two to agree to do this, I know my shit, and I am good at what I do.”“Oh yeah? Well if you are trying to prove to your father that you aren’t still a little kid getting into all sorts of trouble, and being a perpetual screw up? This isn’t the way to go about it. You do not shit where you eat, Kat! That is rule number one!”I felt a pang of hurt in my chest and moved away from him, his words about me being a screw up thundering in my ears. Pierce looked me over, tears brimming my eyes and his expression softened. “I am not a screw up!” I snapped, a tear rolling down my cheek. “And you know what? I am not the only one who engaged in this. I didn’t force you to do shit so you are just as much to blame. Older than me and should know better, right?” I glared at him, realizing my dress was a little pushed up, and angrily pulled it down. His look softened, recognizing he had hurt my feelings.

  “Listen,” He grabbed me by the hands and held them in his, tenderly. “You are a beautiful and smart woman, but you tend to be a little impish sometimes and it can get you in trouble. I don’t want to hurt you or your father. He has been in my life for such a long time, has had my back when no one else did.” He sighed, looking down at our hands held together and then looking back at me. “While this is all fun, someone is going to end up getting hurt, and I don’t want that.”

  “Yeah, sure.” I said, yanking my hands out of his, the pang of rejection hitting hard in my chest. I glared at him, pursed my lips and turned on my heels, leaving him standing in the middle of the room, my emotions a whirlwind and all over the place. I wasn’t stupid or too young to know what I wanted. I was a college grad with a bachelors, I had single handedly got this project off the ground and I was tired of these two underestimating me and treating me like a child, even though they wanted me as much as I wanted them.