by Ava Frost
“Where were we?”
He kissed me slowly before moving back down to my neck again. His hands slipped underneath my shirt and bra and cupped my breasts. I started clumsily unbuckling his belt. I mean, really clumsily. I wanted to look down to see, but I couldn’t.
After a moment, he laughed a removed his hands from my shirt so he could get his belt undone and unbutton his pants. “Are you in a hurry?” I looked at him and tried to not look like a sex-starved cat lady. I’m not sure it worked. He just grinned and kept kissing me. I slipped a hand into his pants as he slipped his hands back up into my bra and pinched my nipples.
Fuck. Why was I so horny?
I felt him shudder a little when I wrapped my hand around him. He grunted, moving away from my neck and prying my death grip off his hard cock long enough to shove all the papers on my desk to the floor and push me onto my back. I could yell at him later. He hoisted my legs up and pulled my yoga pants down. It was smooth, like a practiced maneuver. I wonder how many women he’d flawlessly undressed.
I could ask him later.
He pulled my panties down, slowly, to my ankles where my yoga pants were. He grinned when he saw I was already wet. My pussy was throbbing as he leaned forward—and kissed my stomach. I let out an audible sigh of exasperation.
He kissed my stomach over and over, slowly working down so he could kiss my thighs. I was dripping by the time he finally moved towards my pussy. He paused and looked up and me. “Fucking eat me,” I cried in frustration.
He laughed and fixed his mouth on me. My back arched. Fucking sensitive. And he had some strong jaw muscles. No teasing my pussy, or messing around he was trying to get me to come, and come fast and shit if it wasn’t working. I hadn’t come in god only knew how long, but my body knew what to do to get there. After a few minutes I felt a mist of sweat on my skin and I was rolling my hips into Kevin’s machine-like mouth with abandon.
My body was on fire. Pleasure flooded my senses slowly at first, and then in a wave, I shuddered hard, stiffening as orgasm contorted my body. I gripped Kevin’s head, gasping out a breath, squeezing his head between my thighs and then jerking again. “Fuck!” I blurted breathily as a second wave of pleasure rolled through me.
I wasn’t sure whether I was killing Kevin or not, but at the moment I didn’t care. He was still licking and as I came down, his tongue became too much for me to handle. I pushed his head back and he looked up at me, glassy-eyed with a very wet mouth. He wiped my cum off his face and grinned. “If you could see what you look like right now—”
I cut him off by leaning forward and kissing him hard. I slipped off the table and to my knees, pulling his pants down and then his boxers. His cock sprang out and I took a quick moment to admire it—I was sure he had some sort of ridiculous penis exercise routine he did before I slipped him into my mouth.
He sighed and began pulling his shirt off. Jesus, he really did work out too much. Body fat was a natural, normal thing to have. I slipped my hands up his sculpted stomach. He loved having a girl run her hands over him obviously, because he jumped a little in my mouth.
He put his hand on the back of my head and it usually made me uncomfortable, but as he eased me down a little, I kind of welcomed the challenge. I knew I couldn’t fit him all in my mouth, even if I wasn’t out of practice.
“Shit!” he grunted, jerking back from me.
I looked up at him and suddenly he was pulling me to my feet, sitting me on the very edge of the desk again and pushing his swollen head against my wet entrance. My heart was going to punch a hole through my ribcage if he didn’t push it in and push it in soon. He slipped the head in, slowly pushing forward before pulling back and going a little deeper each time.
“So fucking tight,” he whispered, looking down as I was at our connection. He pulled back and I saw my own cream all over him and I clenched involuntarily. He pushed forward and hilted himself inside me before leaning forward and giving me a kiss.
I looked at him as he held himself deep inside me. “Fuck me,” I whispered.
He blinked and smiled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I groaned.
He started sawing in and out of me, slowly at first and then faster, and faster, bumping into me, hilting me every time. I wrapped my hands around his neck, and my legs around his waist and just held on. He worked out, he could do all the work. His mouth was near my neck but he wasn’t kissing me, his breath was tickling me there as he pumped in and out of me.
Eventually his mouth found mine and we kissed passionately, desperately, heaving into each other as sweat built on our skin. I could feel my toes curling in my shoes, Kevin’s thrusts growing more urgent, more uneven. He gasped into my mouth before looking down and kissing me again.
I clenched around him, dug my nails into his back and came again, hard and sharp, pleasure lancing through my skull and shooting down my spine. He grunted as I convulsed and a moment later I felt him slip out of me. He reached down, pulling away from my mouth for a moment and looking down to help guide himself back into me.
“Fuck,” he grunted, pounding away for a few moments more before he groaned in frustration and pulled out me, willingly this time and splattered against my stomach, on my t-shirt, his face a mask of pleasure.
After a minute of heavy breathing I finally slipped off the desk and kissed Kevin on the mouth. “Thanks.”
Kevin seemed to wake up and realize he was holding his still-stiff cock in his hand. “Oh, yeah. I…” He trailed off and simply pulled his pants back up and picked up his shirt off the floor. Instead of putting it back on he used it to wipe himself off and finally wiped his hands off.
“I think you should take the rest of the day off,” I said quickly, when it became apparent that neither of us really knew what to do next.
“I…I think that’s a good idea. I’ll…just get my things and get out of your hair.”
He quickly grabbed his things and unlocked the door. It shut behind him and the blinds rattled. I heard his car door and a few moments later, the engine. It took a moment for him to drive off, but when he did, he screeched out of the parking space and roared off.
I stood there with a huge cumshot on my t-shirt. The demon on my shoulder was basically giving me a standing ovation. The angel was shaking her head in disappointment but I’d never been really good friends with her in the first place. Kevin had been exactly what I’d daydreamed about and more.
There was no way I could only have sex with him once. It was physically impossible. But I wasn’t sure whether I could work with him either. I wasn’t getting enough work done with his clothes on, so I was sure I’d get nothing done if he had his clothes off. And I wasn’t sure whether I’d run him off, either.
I hope I hadn’t run him off.
Chapter 6
I didn’t ask Kevin to show up for work the next day. In fact, I sent my first text and told him that unless he had something new for me, showing up really wasn’t necessary. It was mostly for my sake because I really didn’t want to have another unproductive day.
Kevin sent me a text back letting me know he’d be ready to come back in as soon as I needed him. Well, shit, I needed him right now, but not to work.
I heavily considering giving him a call when I got off work. I didn’t want to ruin what was left of our professional relationship by asking him to come to my apartment even though I really wanted him to come to my apartment.
Sunday passed by as I closed down a deal with a client and met with two more, the first meetings I’d had with new clients in a month. Kevin asked me whether he should come in. I knew he was giving me space and the fact that he was doing that let me know that it was probably okay for him to come back to work and that everything would be fine. Except it wouldn’t. Now that I’d indulged once, I was definitely going to do it again.
I couldn’t fire him. I wouldn’t fire him. He’d done too good of a job. And as far as I knew, as far as he’d assured me, he was still working from home on the code an
d other nerd shit for the website.
It was sad that I prided myself on willpower. Because I was quite weak. During the middle of the week, as I was preparing to leave, I texted Kevin.
I’d like to see what you’ve been working on. Come by my apartment at 8?
It was the thinnest of reasons to have anyone over. I wanted to see what he was working on? It was a pitiful attempt at professionalism. I might as well have asked him to send me a dick pic. It was probably that obvious.
After a few minutes he sent one back.
Sure. Directions?
Ass. He had to be so nonchalant about it. It was a text, but it still had a whatever feel to it. I shook my head to clear the jumble of stupid thoughts out and typed out my address. I hovered over the send button, finally thinking about the situation. If I sent that text, there was no going back. He was going to come over, and we were definitely going to end up working on something. Most likely with no clothes.
There was no going back.
I sent it and slipped my phone in my pocket, shutting down the office and heading towards my apartment to make sure there weren’t underwear with holes in it laying around on the couch with half-eaten Oreos.
I got to my apartment, poured myself a drink and kicked my shoes off. I poured myself another drink. I didn’t know where Kevin lived, but it was taking him a while to get there. Maybe I was being impatient, but anticipation was killing me. I was actually leaning against the bar, waiting for him to get there.
I decided to sit down on the couch and not be ridiculous. As soon as I sat down, the doorbell rang. I jumped, startled, and sat my drink down on the coffee table on one of my tacky coasters and got up to answer the door.
Kevin stood in the doorway, hair swept back, looking unnecessarily handsome. He had a bottle of wine…and his work bag with him. I glanced down at it, my heart sinking a little bit. Maybe I should’ve asked for a dick pic. He actually thought that I’d invited him over for work.
The smile faded from his face as he read mine. “Is everything okay?”
I brightened back up immediately. “Yes, nothing’s wrong. Come on in.”
He stepped inside and I shut the door behind him. He quickly looked over the living room without acting like he had a search warrant before I quickly offered him a seat on the sofa.
I took the wine bottle from him and because I occasionally tried to be sophisticated, I made a big show of putting it in a chilling bucket with a couple handfuls of ice.
I sat down on the couch at a respectable distance and tried not to look like I’d invited him over for sex.
“Jillian, I just wanted to talk to you…about work and…everything, before we get started.”
“Sure,” I said.
“I know that I stepped over the line at the office, and although we both…consented, it was definitely me that pushed the issue. I’m sorry for putting you in that position. It won’t happen again.”
Won’t happen again? Fuck that.
I nodded. It looked like he had more to say. “Furthermore, I want to reassure you that I can resume our professional relationship without any hitches whatsoever. I’m built like that. The past can be the past. I can still be timely and productive. I can still devote the same kind time and the same kind of work ethic to the product I’m producing—the product we’re producing. We’re a team and I certainly see us as such. We work best when all the parts are in order. And I want to get back to that. Get back to all the parts being in order, in harmony.”
He stared at me and waited for my answer. I nodded a few more times. “Kevin, I invited you over for sex.”
He blinked a few times and I could tell he was holding in a breath. He dropped his laptop back on the floor. “Thank god. I was bullshitting my way through that entire speech.” He slipped over to me and kissed me. I wanted to take the lead. And I wanted to get straight to it. I slipped my hand into his pants and cradled his package. He swelled as I massaged him, swelled as we kissed passionately.
I felt like the roles were reversed. I wanted to get down to it immediately, skipping most of the foreplay, yet Kevin was intent on winding me up like some kind of exploding toy, so he could send me over the edge.
He was erect and throbbing now, even as he worked his hand into my pants and started slipping a finger up and down my folds before wiggling it in and wreaking havoc on my nerves. My clit felt like a livewire. Any time he touched it, sparks flew.
It didn’t help that I’d been daydreaming about having him inside me since the first time we’d fucked, either. Another finger joined the first. I moaned into his mouth. Was he good at everything? He somehow got my pants down so he could use his hands better, his strong fingers inside me, incessant, unrelenting, until I was dripping down his wrist and forearm.
His tongue was on my neck then he was back to my mouth, grinning every time my mouth opened breathlessly. I was acutely aware that he was going to make me cum super hard if he kept going. My heart was hammering my ribcage. He used his thumb on my clit and sent fire through the pit of my stomach. I wanted to grip his wrist or tell him to stop. Instead I jerked the head of his cock hard and fast. That didn’t slow him down, I was going to come way before I could get him there.
“Shit,” I moaned. “Shit!” My orgasm came in fast and relentlessly, like a thunderstorm. I gripped his cock tight and he strained in response even as I clenched around his fingers, coming hard as he rubbed my clit with his thumb. It wasn’t a blindingly powerful orgasm but if I kept jerking like that I was sure to throw something out of place.
I was still clenching on his fingers over and over even as I came down from my orgasm. I still had his cock in a deathgrip.
“You look so cute when you cum,” he said, kissing me softly.
“Fuck you,” I gasped and he just laughed and kept going until I gripped his wrist and pulled his wet fingers out of me.
I slipped off the couch onto my knees, finished my drink and pulled Kevin’s pants down to his ankles, along with his boxers. His cock fell to the side and I wet my lips before slipping him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him. He let out a muted grunt as I started working on him, building confidence as I tried my best to made him explode. The way his hips rose off the sofa let me know I wasn’t far off. His balls were tight against his shaft and I pulled back, wiping my mouth and looking up at him as I jacked him off. He jerked and grabbed my wrist hard, holding my hand still.
I grinned as he closed his eyes and the heavy pulsing of his cock subsided a bit.
He looked down at me and I looked up at him. He pulled me up from my knees and stepped out of his pants and boxers, pulling me just the edge of the couch and bending me over the arm of it.
I didn’t tell him that doggystyle was my favorite. And he probably didn’t care, but I was sure he wanted to get a better look at my ass.
He smacked his cock on my ass before teasing up and down my folds for what seemed like forever. I was sure he needed time to let his orgasm back off into the background again before continuing, but the teasing was driving me insane. I’m sure he was admiring the view of my pale ass sticking out, waiting for him to plunge deep inside. I wriggled back and forth as he drove me to a fever pitch.
“Put it in,” I ordered finally.
He slipped back down my folds and inside, all the way, filling me up. I sucked in a breath as if I were making more space for him. He held himself there and worked my shirt off over my head and unclasped my bra with practiced ease. I had to ask him about that one too.
His strong hands slipped over my breasts, squeezing. I could feel his rough palms against my stiffened nipples, He slipped back and pushed in deep again, leaning forward and kissing me between my shoulder blades. Asshole.
He kept going slow, rolling his hips into me slowly I was begging him for it, thrusting back against him slowly, trying to give him the hint. He slipped one hand down between my thighs, gently flicking his thumb back and forth over my clit. I clamped down around him and whimpered. He sl
ipped back and thrust hard into me, rocking me forward against the sofa. I braced myself for another hard thrust but he was back to sawing in and out of me.
“Holy shit,” he muttered.
I threw myself back against him, hilting him deep inside me. I did it again and again and again, rocking back against him until he met my thrust with a hard one of his own, suddenly slipping his hands to my hips and gripping them as he slapped against my ass. My toes gripped the carpet as he pounded into me. I let my head fall back down, let him piston into me like a bull. He grabbed my arms at the elbows, forcing my back to arch.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, pounding into me harder. I figured he enjoyed the way my ass jiggled.
“Harder,” I groaned, my eyes closed.
He obliged wordlessly, every slap of his crotch against my ass echoed through the apartment. I let out a muffled moan and then another louder one. He smacked my ass. I could hear him behind me, breaths snorted out through his nostrils as he really hammered into me. My toes cramped as they gripped the carpet and I felt the muscles in my torso spasm and then go rigid.
He felt me tightening on him and he shortened his strokes driving deep into me repeatedly as I came all over him. I was quite sure the neighbors heard me. I didn’t care. He let me fall forward against the couch and pulled out of me. I turned before he could stroke himself off and took him into my mouth. He sagged against me with a drawn out grunt before he began to spasm repeatedly into my mouth.
It took a Herculean effort to swallow, but I did. The taste wasn’t bad but I certainly was going to have another drink.
“Fucking A,” he whispered as I finally slipped him out of my mouth. “Holy shit that was good.”
I wiped my mouth and stood up, walking over to the counter and getting the bottle of wine open. I didn’t bother pouring myself a glass. I drank from the bottle and set it down on the counter.
Kevin was unsure of what to do. He picked up his boxers and slipped them back on, probably grateful that there wasn’t a gooey mess. I took another swig from the bottle. “Are you in a hurry?” I asked.