Playing For Her Heart

by Megan Erickson

  She didn’t take her eyes off his as she flicked open the button of his suit pants, lowered the zipper, and pulled out his cock. He’d gone commando tonight, just for her.

  Her gaze was on his cock now and so was his, watching her hand stroke him as her other hand teased his balls with light brushes of her fingertips. He spread his legs wider. “Go on and suck it.”

  She descended slowly, pressing the tip of his cock against her closed lips, then slowly opening them, keeping a seal around his shaft as she descended to the root.

  It was exquisite, this slow torture, the heat, the wetness. Her tongue pressed against his tip, swirling, dipping into the slit and he moaned, clutching her hair in his fist and bucking slightly into her throat.

  She gagged and he let her pull back, off his cock, only to dip her head and suck one of his balls into her mouth.

  Her tongue prodded at the thin skin, and he thunked his head back onto the door, closing his eyes, as she paid equal treatment to his other ball, then lapping at the skin between them.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, unable to form any other proper words as she once again took his cock in her mouth on that slow descent, this time hollowing out her cheeks on the way back, sucking hard.

  His balls were already drawing up tight, his orgasm tickling his spine. But this wouldn’t do. He’d vowed to fuck her good and proper, face-to-face, so he could see into those emerald eyes while he was inside of her.

  With a tug on her hair, he pulled her off his cock. She resisted, mouth open, like she couldn’t wait to get him back in her mouth, but he growled, and her eyes shot to his.

  “Stand up,” he ordered, and she gathered her feet under her, rising to her full height. He spun them around so her back was to the door, and took her mouth again, tasting the saltiness of his skin on her tongue.

  Her hands brushed his cock but he grabbed her wrists and slammed them on either side of her head. “Keep ’em there,” he grunted. “I’m going to take my time with this body as my payment, and you’re going to let me, understand?”

  She bit her lip and nodded.

  ...

  Chloe was so turned on, she was nearly out of her mind. She could still taste Grant’s cock in her mouth, the smooth skin surrounding the hardness that she could have sucked on all night. She wanted to taste him as he came, spilling into her mouth.

  Some day. Because she had at least a modicum of sense to realize she was addicted to sex with the man.

  His eyes were in shadow from the light over his head, but she could see the shining blue irises dropping to her chest. He licked his lips, hooked one finger in the neckline of her strapless dress, and tugged it down.

  Her breasts fell out, full and aching, her nipples already hard. She gasped as the cool air of the room wafted over her sensitive skin. Her hands came off the door beside her head for an instant, before she remembered Grant’s order and placed them back.

  Grant’s hips were pressed against hers, pinning her to the door. He palmed each breast, jiggling them. She’d never met a man who was as into breasts as Grant was, but she didn’t mind. She had plenty to go around and her nipples had always been ultra-sensitive, like they were a line directly to her G-spot.

  “I’ve been thinking about these gorgeous tits,” he said, almost reverently, flicking his thumbs over the nipples. “They feel so good in my hands, but I bet they’d feel better in my mouth, huh, Princess?”

  She rocked her hips into his. “Please.”

  He squeezed the flesh in his hands. “Yeah? Do you want me to suck them?”

  “Yes,” she sobbed.

  “Beg me,” his voice was low. “Beg me to suck them.”

  She hesitated. Chloe, of course, would never do that. But she was Sara now. She was Grant’s slutty maid who touched herself, who came in Grant’s bed. And she needed to repay him for the time she should have been working.

  “Please,” she said breathlessly. “Please suck on my tits, sir.”

  He cursed and then his hands were on the back of her thighs, hauling her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles at his back. Grant’s face was already between her breasts, his tongue licking a path up the inside of one and down the inside of the other. Then a nipple was in his mouth and he was sucking, sucking so hard that she swore she’d be bruised tomorrow. But what a souvenir, to have hickeys all over the soft skin of her breasts from Grant’s talented mouth.

  “So fucking good,” he murmured against her skin as he moved on to the other nipple, adding teeth and a tongue swirl.

  He was thrusting against her, his bare cock rubbing along her bare flesh. She’d worn no panties, which she knew was a risk, but she hadn’t intended to be in public in the club long.

  Her arousal slicked his cock between her folds, and Grant raised his head, lips red and wet from his attention to her breasts. “Jesus, you’re not wearing anything under this dress?”

  She shook her head.

  Grant’s lips curled. “So hungry for this cock, you went bare?”

  Her answer was to grind into him, gripping the hair at the base of his neck. Because she was hungry. Starving. She wanted him so bad, she couldn’t even speak. Her hips moved mindlessly, her inner muscles clenching, begging for him to plunge inside of her.

  A hand left her ass and then she heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. He rolled it on his cock, his other still holding her up. She helped by holding onto his shoulders and waist.

  “I’ve been dreaming about fucking you like this. You ready?”

  “Fuck me,” she said.

  His lips twisted cruelly. He pulled her legs apart farther, and lowered her onto his cock with a grunt.

  She was so slick, she sank right onto him with no resistance. She shoved her face into his neck, moaning as he filled her.

  “Lean back, Princess. I want to watch these tits while I fuck you against this door.”

  His mouth was going to drive her to insanity. She swallowed and pushed back, bracing herself on his shoulders, and let her head rest on the door. His gaze was on her breasts. He flicked the nipple of each one with that long, talented tongue. Then he smiled, and began to thrust.

  The door banged on its hinges, the sound unmistakable to anyone walking by what they were doing.

  Her large breasts bounced obscenely in Grant’s face and he watched them, licking his lips and occasionally drawing a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting.

  At this angle, he hit her clit with every thrust, not enough to come, but enough for her to feel her orgasm building, that telltale prickle in her toes.

  “Oh my God.” She arched her back, pushing her breasts into Grant’s face further. She placed a hand on the back of his head, urging him to draw her into his mouth. Which he did eagerly, sucking on her beaded tips.

  “Reach down and play with your clit,” he said, pulling back and watching where his cock entered her body.

  She ran a hand down over her breasts, down her stomach, and pinched her clit, swirling it with the pad of her middle finger. “I’m close.”

  “Yeah? Me, too, Princess.” He was breathing hard, his chest heaving. She realized he was fully clothed, and her dress was merely a strip of fabric under her breasts.

  That was all it took, that image of a suited man fucking her mostly naked body, to send her into orbit. She threw her head back and cried out, the orgasm rocketing through her, curling her toes.

  Grant continued to thrust, riding out her orgasm, until he too followed her with a whispered, “Princess,” falling from his lips.

  She clung to him, not trusting her legs to support her. He slowly let her down, helping her stand on wobbly legs.

  He pulled her dress up over her breasts carefully, lovingly, before dropping to his knees.

  “What—” she began.

  He laid a hand on her stomach, met her eyes, and then licked her soaked skin. The breath left her lungs in a rush as he took his time with her slick folds and inner thighs.

  Then h
e rose and pressed his lips to hers so she tasted herself. “I’ve been waiting to get a taste of you again,” he said softly.

  For a moment, she wondered if she’d come again, just from those words. Although, it was a reminder that this wasn’t the first time they’d been together. She didn’t want to think about that. She had to keep up the role and not slip. Because she wanted this. She wanted Grant, and she couldn’t do it as Chloe. Hell, Grant wouldn’t want her as Chloe. Chloe was quiet and meek, introverted and nerdy. She let everyone down, and he’d be no exception once he realized she wasn’t the fun, sexually liberated girl he thought she was.

  No, the role was all she could afford to give him.

  She straightened her skirt and looked up at him through her lashes. “So, was this payment sufficient?”

  He blinked, like he needed a minute to figure out what she was referring to. He smiled then, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, it’s sufficient.”

  She reached for the doorknob and turned it. “Great, it won’t happen again, then, sir.”

  He jerked a thumb toward the door. “I was, uh, going to stay and have a drink or two, if—”

  She shook her head, cutting him off. No. No. That wasn’t what this was. It wasn’t a date or a chat. This was sex. Dirty, incredibly fulfilling sex, and that’s where it would stay. She needed to get home before she turned into a pumpkin…or rather, Chloe. With glasses, gaucho pants, and a worn T-shirt that said, Talk Nerdy to Me.

  “I need to get home,” she said, hoping he didn’t push it.

  Something flitted across his face, and then he reached out and grabbed her wrist before she could leave the closet. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper, pressing it into her hand.

  She curled her fingers around it.

  He cleared his throat and scratched his head, one of the first times she saw him unsure. “Then, uh, yeah. Be sure it doesn’t happen again.”

  She nodded and slipped out of the door, not looking back once as she left the club.

  Chapter Seven

  Chloe twisted her fingers together, cursing her brother under her breath as she stood in front of a high school.

  A high school.

  She loved classes and books and projects. School-supply shopping was like Christmas. But the rest of school…the socializing, the social structure, the—she shuddered—school dances, were not enjoyable. The opposite of enjoyable, actually, not unlike how she imagined it would feel if her intestines were pulled out through her belly button.

  She needed to stop watching horror movies.

  Conway Ridge High School was okay-looking, she guessed, as far as high schools went. The front walk had some sort of artsy sculpture that looked like a giant paper clip and the brick entrance seemed fairly modern.

  Ethan had asked her to participate in a career day. Why, she wasn’t sure, because obviously the social skills this took weren’t her forte. He said the school routinely sent out letters asking professionals in the area to help. He’d turned them down for years now and felt guilty about it. But apparently not guilty enough for him to do this. Oh no, he’d sent her like a sacrificial lamb.

  Samantha would have been amazing at this. She knew how to act in front of people, how to be a role model. Chloe, on the other hand, not so much. She couldn’t even be the person she needed to be for her family; how was she going to be that person for some teenager?

  Well, there was nothing for it now. The only problem was that her mind was still two days behind her body, back in Saturday night when she’d been screwed against a door in a back room at the club. Even now, just thinking about it warmed her belly. How the hell was she supposed to get through today? Around kids and students when all she could think about was Grant’s tongue and hands and cock?

  She needed a cold shower.

  Instead, she took a deep breath, pushing the memories aside and focusing on the present, and tried to think mature, responsible thoughts. As she walked to the front door, the click of her heels echoed off the brick of the building. She’d worn the same pair of nude-colored heels she’d worn to dinner with her brother and Grant, along with a tan skirt with a pale pink sweater. Her makeup was even done, which she thought she should get an award for. Sari wore makeup, but Chloe? Not so much.

  She pressed a button, and once she announced her name and her purpose, she was buzzed inside. Her first stop was the front office, where she was given a visitor’s badge and was introduced to a red-haired teenage girl with a smile full of braces. The memories from high school were battering Chloe’s brain. Was there anything worse than braces, really?

  “Hi, I’m Kendall,” the girl said in a nervous voice, holding out her hand. She stood straight and proud as the secretary explained to Chloe that the brightest and most well-behaved students were handpicked to be guides for the visiting professionals. Kendall wore a pair of khakis, a button-down shirt, and clunky dress shoes. Some of it was ill-fitting and Chloe’s heart cracked a little. When she was younger, she used to wish she had a younger brother or sister to dote on. So she had a soft spot in her heart for kids, especially girls. She smiled and shook the girl’s hand. “Hello, Kendall, I’m Chloe Talley.”

  Kendall brightened further. “I’m going to lead you to the gymnasium, where the career fair will be held. Would you like any coffee or water?” she gestured to a table behind her, which held refreshments.

  “Just a bottle of water is fine,” Chloe said.

  Kendall seemed to be thrilled that she could provide one.

  Chloe followed the teenager out of the office while Kendall chattered on about what the school mascot was (a wildcat), what sports they excelled at (swimming, diving, and girls’ soccer until the star forward tore her ACL). Classes for the day had started fifteen minutes ago, so the hallway was quiet except for a couple of other professionals led by teenagers.

  The gymnasium was large, the bleachers rolled back against the wall, the floor dotted with dozens of tables. Some mentors were already seated, and Chloe nodded to those she passed as Kendall led her to a table. And there was her name, in thick black letters on a tented piece of paper—Chloe Talley, Software Analyst.

  She ran her finger along the edge, while Kendall explained that the room was sectioned into fields of study. Chloe was among the STEM professionals and it didn’t surprise her that the tables in her area were occupied by men. All except her.

  That made her chest fill a little with pride, an unfamiliar feeling she hadn’t had since…well maybe since she’d graduated summa cum laude from her university. Back then she’d been in classes with mostly men. Being the lone vagina in a room wasn’t foreign to her, and she’d learned to prove her worth by keeping her head down and working hard.

  It was amazing how graduating at the head of her major shut the mouths of her misogynistic peers.

  “I need to head back to the office, is there anything else I can do for you, Miss Talley?” Kendall asked.

  Chloe shook her head. “No, but thank you very much. You’ve been a wonderful host.”

  Kendall beamed and when she walked away, Chloe noticed it was with her head back, shoulders straight.

  Chloe sat down and pulled the paperwork out of her bag that the school had sent ahead of time. There was a list of questions the students had been prepped on that she was to ask, and the rest she was to improvise. Hating to be unprepared, Chloe had made notes all over the page, changing the words of some questions and adding many of her own that she didn’t want to forget to ask.

  She’d have fifteen minutes with six students to discuss her field. Those students had been given a list of the occupations of the professionals coming, and they’d chosen who they wanted to meet. Today’s career fair was for the freshman and sophomores.

  A bell rang, signaling the end of classes, and Chloe knew that meant the students would be here soon. She was nervous as hell, and hoped she managed to do something to help these kids today.

  She opened her water and took a sip, then checked
her phone. Ethan had texted, Good Luck.

  You owe me, she texted back.

  Always, he answered.

  She frowned, wondering what that meant, but then the doors to the gym were opened and students began to line up behind teachers with clipboards.

  The first three students were boys. One seemed genuinely interested. He bobbed his head enthusiastically when he talked, so his glasses slipped down his nose, causing him to adorably shove them back up. One seemed bored as hell and she got the impression he was being forced to consider this career because of his parents, and the other was painfully shy, talking in a voice so quiet, she had to ask him to repeat himself. Which made her feel old, like she needed a hearing aid when she wasn’t even thirty.

  The fourth student was a girl, who wore a brilliant smile and a pretty sweater dress. Her hair was a dirty blond, braided so that the end rested at the front of her shoulder. Her blue eyes crinkled as she sat down, and Chloe felt a momentary pang of something familiar, but pushed it aside.

  “Hello, I’m Sydney,” the girl said.

  Chloe smiled. “Hi, Sydney, I’m Chloe Talley.”

  The girl’s eyes flicked to Chloe’s name tag on the desk. “I like your name.” Then she flushed and her fingers fluttered at the end of her braid, and then she slapped her hand back down into her lap. “Sorry, that was kind of dumb to say. I’m nervous.”

  The girl’s admission of nerves was so honest, that Chloe had a hard time not hugging her. Instead, she adopted the least threatening posture she could. “I’m nervous too, actually.”

  Sydney focused on Chloe. “Really?”

  She wanted to be something for this girl, something…worthwhile. Sydney was bright and full of energy and damn, maybe Chloe could get it together for an hour to make a positive impact on this girl’s life. “Yeah, of course. I’m used to speaking to my computer all day and it doesn’t talk back. I think this is really brave of you to participate in this career day.”

  Sydney clearly liked the praise; her smile was huge. “Yeah,” she said, clearly gaining confidence. “I mean, we didn’t have to, but I signed up.”