by Goode, Ella
I start to wiggle in my seat beside him. How can he work me up with words that should make me mad? I reach back over and grab his cock again through his pants because I have no self-control and want to touch him again. I wanted to feel him against me when I woke this morning. Maybe he’ll let me stroke him to take some of the edge off. We both need it.
“Fuck,” he groans out. “You need to stop this now or there’s no turning back.” He’s saying the words as he’s softly thrusting his cock in my hand. It’s clear he doesn’t want me to stop. The motion makes me jerk his cock. I lick my lips, wondering what he tastes like. I think that’s his undoing. The next thing I know he’s unzipping his pants and his cock is springing free.
“Is this what you wanted, Delilah? You wanted to see for yourself how hard my cock was for you?” He starts stroking his cock then. My eyes stay locked on him there. He’s big. I’m not sure he could fit in my mouth or anywhere else inside of me, for that matter. That should scare me but it doesn't. In fact, I edge closer thinking about the challenge of it. The burn I’d feel. His movements get quicker. I watch in awe at each stroke. He looks so freaking handsome. His next words break me from my stupor.
“Take your pants off, Delilah. Spread your legs and show me your pussy while I stroke my cock for you.” His words have me scrambling to get my pants off without question. Wanting him to get off at seeing me.
I sit on the bench seat beside him and spread my legs as he told me to do. I don’t know why his bossiness turns me on, but it does. “Touch your pussy and make yourself come,” he commands. “After I watch you come with my name on your lips, you’re going to come over here and put the tip of the cock that you made so hard in your mouth.” He’s beating his cock so fast now. “You’re going to let me spurt my cum into that sinful mouth of yours.”
I’m strumming my clit so hard at his words that I come shouting his name. I hear him groan. I immediately get down on my knees and put the tip of his cock in my mouth, scared that he’ll come before I can get there. I need to taste him.
“Motherfucker,” he curses. He starts pumping his cock just at the entrance of my mouth. My lips stretch wide around his girth. I try to take more of him but he won’t let me. “Just the tip for now, baby. Just to take the edge off.” He withdraws it from my mouth. I whimper, wanting more of him.
“Let me fuck your mouth.” He takes the tip of his cock and lightly taps my lips so that they open again for him. My tongue comes out to welcome him back and I lick the wetness from his tip. It’s salty but I want more. He tells me to be still and keep my hands to myself. I do as I’m told as he jerks his cock while thrusting in and out of my mouth ever so slightly.
“I’ve wanted my cock in this pretty mouth since yesterday. I think you ran your mouth off hoping I’d make you suck my cock, baby.” I nod my head yes and close my lips around the head of his dick as tight as I can. He picks up the pace of his hand movements and his body suddenly goes rigid. I feel his cum filling my mouth. It’s warm and salty sweet.
“Swallow all of it,” he says. I do as he tells me. I was planning to anyways. I only wanted to taste him a little longer. I pull back, looking at his cock, the head of it still looking angry and erect. I thought they came down afterwards. I watch as a drop of cum peeks out of the hole and starts to leak down. I lean over again, licking the drop up before sliding back into my seat. I glance over at him. He looks shocked as he stares down at himself. His suit, which was perfect before we got into the back of the car, is now messy and wrinkled. I reach for my pants, sliding them back up my legs.
“I would have worn a dress,” I say because I can’t have him getting in the last word on the clothes. I knew it was an office. I wouldn't show up in jeans and a shirt. “I have pretty dresses.” His nose flares.
“That wasn't going to work either.” He leans in, his thumb tracing my lips, which feel swollen. I can still taste him. I think he’s going to kiss me but he drops his hand from my face. I can tell he has to make himself push away from me.
“Oh,” is all I can say.
I watch as he fixes his clothes before pulling out his phone. His hand is too big for the thing but somehow he fires off what I’m guessing is a text or email. “I’m having your clothes brought up to my office. You can change into whatever you like.”
“Just like that.” I smile. The man really does have the world at the tip of his fingers. Though he doesn't seem to enjoy it. It’s different seeing the pond from the other side. It really is an entirely different view.
“You’ll find all you have to do is ask, Delilah. I could make all your dreams come true.” He slides his phone back into his pocket. I want to tell him he’s wrong. That it isn't that easy. All I want right now is him and I think we both know that will never work in the long haul. But I keep my mouth shut because I have a feeling a man like Drake isn't used to hearing that he’s wrong.
10
Drake
I sit at my desk getting nothing done. My eyes keep drifting to my open office doors. I know my sweet Delilah is bouncing around this building in a dress that is both adorable and sexy all at once. I’m sure everyone is looking at her. I knew they would be wondering about her. How could they not be curious? I am having trouble stifling my own curiosity. There is no way to ignore her presence. She lights up a room just by walking into it. I can’t be the only one noticing these things. If she has me enthralled, I feel sorry for everyone else because I’m sure they’ll be wrapped around her finger in no time. I have never been one to pay attention to the people around me before. My mind and eyes are always focused on work. I built this company from the ground up. I don’t have time for long-term relationships. I am about to change that, though. Delilah is mine now and I’m not giving her up.
“Sir,” Charlotte half yells, making me jerk from my thoughts. She stands in front of my desk looking at me like I’m crazy. I’ve grown used to that look. I think it’s been a permanent fixture since Delilah showed up. Charlotte has no idea what to do with all of the odd requests I keep making. I can’t say I blame her. I probably seem like I’m losing my mind. That’s how Delilah does have me feeling. I’m not sure which way is up and which is down these days. I don’t know what to do with myself and oddly, I am enjoying it.
I can’t believe what I made her do in the car on the ride to work. I came right inside that sassy-sweet mouth of hers. She sucked down every last drop and wanted more. I’m going to give her more soon enough. Only this time I am going to come between those lush thighs of hers. I plan to plant more than myself inside of her. I’m shocked at my own thoughts. I’ve never thought of having a family before. I didn’t think that it was an option for me, but Delilah has changed that. I will make sure our family isn’t like my own, with all their fucked-up ideas of what a family is. To them family is all about show. Nothing more. It’s empty. It wasn’t until Delilah's father that I’d seen there was something different out there to have.
“You want me to make mail?” Charlotte asks, sounding confused. I don't know what she’s not understanding. I’ve explained it twice already. How hard is it to make some mail? It sounds like a simple enough task to me.
“Yes, make mail addressed to me and take it down to the mailroom.”
“The mailroom here?” She looks around the room as if she is trying to find someone to help her solve some riddle I’ve created.
“When Delilah isn't looking, of course,” I add. She can’t know what I’m doing. It would only piss her off. Don’t get me wrong. I love when my little Delilah gets worked up, but I also enjoy her sweet side. The anger she had in the car worked out nicely, though. At least the part where she came for me and sucked me off. The hurt I’d caused her was weighing on my mind. I kept revisiting the wounded look she was wearing during our commute. I never want her to have that look again. I wanted her to crawl into my lap. I preferred to please her and have her want me because I made her happy.
I can’t believe she thought I wanted her to look like my assistant
. My eyes flick to Charlotte from my open office door. I keep staring out of that door hoping Delilah will come bouncing through it at any moment. Charlotte looks like every other woman to me. We have always had a very professional relationship and I don’t look at her in any other way. Since the moment Delilah walked into my life, I memorized every detail of every part of her that I have been lucky enough to see so far.
There is a freckle on her left inner thigh that I wanted to kiss so badly before I moved up to taste her. I could see tiny golden flecks in her green gaze. I was beginning to learn all of her tells. She wiggles her ass just a little when she starts to get turned on. That damn girl couldn’t stay still to save her life.
“Oh my God.” Charlotte shakes her head at me, finally putting together what I am asking her to do. She is going to have the mail filtered before it reaches the mailroom so Delilah will only get mine. If there isn’t mail that day, Charlotte needs to make some so that I can get Delilah to come to my office frequently. My plan is perfect in my mind. I’m not about to let her deliver mail to all of these other men that surely will be drooling over her. I want her only to drop it off to me. I want all of her attention. I am a spoiled man who doesn’t want to share. My idea is brilliant, if I do say so myself.
“You have a million emails and I need you to sign these contracts.” She points to the stack of folders she put on my desk when I first got here. I keep forgetting they are there. I bet Delilah would look good spread out on my desk. I would never forget if her sweet ass was on my desk. That would be a task I’d be all over doing.
Charlotte snaps her fingers to get my attention, my mind having drifted off again. “I’ll fix this.” She gives a hard nod of determination, her shoulders going square before she turns to leave. I have no idea what she’s going to do but Charlotte has her job because she is good at it. She was young for the position but I saw the drive in her the first time I met her. I’m pretty sure she hates city life as much as I do. I’m positive that whatever Charlotte has working in that head of hers will solve my problem. I’m sure she will come up with a solution that will be in favor of putting me at ease. I know she wants me to get back to work as soon as possible. That woman is just as addicted to work as I am. The faster she gets the mail situation figured out, the faster I will be able to concentrate on work again.
I glance at the folders she sat on my desk and back to the emails I have pulled up on my computer. Work is one way I can easily lose myself. I always have plenty of work, which makes my day go faster. I’m starting to think I use it to pretend that my life hasn’t become so bland and boring.
Right now, though, I have no desire to work. I clear out my emails before calling down to the security desk downstairs to check if anything is going on that I should know about.
“Sir.” Vinnie at Security speaks into the line. I learned his name this morning after I let Delilah go to change her clothes and head down to the mailroom to work. She is working with a woman named Sherile that apparently runs the mailroom. Charlotte gave me a five-minute hard look for not remembering the woman's name. Something about her being here for years and dropping off my mail.
“How’s it going?” I ask for the third time this morning.
“All is good. She’s dropping off mail. Takes her a little longer than the other girl.” See, even Vinnie doesn’t remember the other woman’s name. I am liking him more and more.
“She’s new,” I growl in my girl’s defense.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant people snag her and hold her up.” I stand up, and my chair flies backward, crashing into the wall behind me.
“Who the fuck is touching her?” I never should have let her leave my sight. Fuckers are touching her? I’ll burn this building to the fucking ground if I have to. There will be no need for mail to be dropped off then.
I tell myself that she still has the taste of me on her mouth to calm myself down. I think about the kiss I gave her before I let her out of my sight this morning. The only peace of mind I’d had was she still tasted like me. I’m pacing my office, half out of my damn mind. I am never going to get any work done with her roaming freely in this building.
“They talk to her!” the man half shouts. “Sorry, sir. I’m just saying she’s friendly and people keep talking to her. Probably because it’s clear she’s not from here.” He’s right. She isn’t from here. It is so fucking clear with one glance at her. I’m not sure she’s from this planet, to be honest. I’ve met people from all over the world and never has anyone come close to her before. She is something altogether different. A rare creature that needs to be protected. My mind is in overdrive now. I am not going to survive my sweet Delilah.
My jaw tightens. I’m sure those fucks around here are trying to snag her attention. Trying to get one of those deep laughs from her that sends her red hair falling back and reveals her dimple. I bet they are watching her tits bounce with the action. I guarantee they are having dirty thoughts about her mouth. I know for a fact that male employees will have these thoughts because I can’t stop having them myself.
“Where is she now?” I ask. I got her a new phone first thing this morning but the share the location shit isn’t cutting it. It only tells me she’s in the building. I didn’t need an app to know that shit. Like right now I have no idea which floor she’s on. My only salvation is that Vinnie knows. I won’t be forgetting his name. He and I are going to be spending a decent amount of time on the phone with one another.
“Twenty-second floor,” he says instantly. Probably knowing it was what I was going to ask.
The twenty-second floor is legal. There is a giant firm that takes up the whole floor. It is full of men who are cocky and like to swing their dicks. I’ve used the firm myself but I never thought about the staff before now. I immediately hate the twenty-second floor. If Delilah is going to stay, next year I won’t be renewing the lease. It makes me feel better that I have a solution to that problem. The idea of staying in the city doesn’t sit well with me either, though. I want her out of here. I’ve been toying with the idea of leaving myself, but now I’m not sure I’ll ever get to. She looks determined to stay.
I ignore my assistant as I head out of my office and onto the elevator. When the doors open moments later, I step out, scanning the room to find Delilah. I see her little mail cart outside of one of the offices. When I get to the door I realize there are two men inside the office space. One is sitting behind the desk and one is sitting in one of the seats directly in front of it. Delilah stands on the side of the desk with the recipients’ mail still in her hand. My eyes lock on the asshole facing me. He keeps staring at her perfect tits. All of their eyes swing to me.
“Drake, what are you doing up here?” Delilah asks.
“I came to get you for lunch.” It’s the only reasonable thought I can come up with in this moment. She looks at me suspiciously.
“It’s only a little after ten, Drake. I’ve only been working for an hour and a half. It can’t possibly be lunchtime so soon.” She lifts her eyebrow at me in challenge. She thinks she’s won this little battle, but she’s wrong.
“Since I own the company and as a matter of fact this entire building, I think it’s lunch when I say it is.” That should give those office workers something to think about. I’ll be the only one swinging my dick around Delilah. I immediately see the flash of anger on her face and know I’ve made a mistake. She drops the mail on the desk and tells the two assholes to have a nice day. She smiles the biggest fucking smile at them that I’ve ever seen and I know she’s doing it on purpose. She walks past me out the office door and back into the hallway. She goes to her mail cart and proceeds to the next office. I’m hot on her heels.
“Are you ignoring me again?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Are you done being a dick and embarrassing me on my first day of work? I’m not hungry. I have a meeting in the mailroom in fifteen minutes that I don’t plan to miss,” she hisses at me.
“I
was jealous.” It’s my only defense and the truth.
Her eyes soften a bit at my admission. She grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze.
“You have to let me do this. It’s important to me,” she pleads with me.
I take a deep breath and tell her to come to my office at her actual lunchtime, then I walk away and get back onto the elevator. I’m still evicting those bastards at the end of their lease.
11
Delilah
I finish up all of the deliveries that I have set for the morning. My day has gone pretty good besides the small spat with Drake on the twenty-second floor this morning. I am trying to be patient with him because I know that he feels out of control. I couldn’t even stay mad at him when he admitted he was jealous. It was oddly sweet. I don’t picture a man like him ever getting jealous. He doesn’t have reason to. I’m sure he could have almost anything he wanted with a snap of his fingers.
I’ve met a ton of people today. This building has so many floors. Most of the people were nice with the exception of a handful of men that didn’t act so gentlemanly toward me. If I can tame and handle a horse, I can handle any man. That’s what I keep telling myself, at least.
It was some of the women that caught me off guard. Some of them already have their minds made up about me without knowing me. After Drake’s little episode this morning, whispers and catty looks have really picked up. I have a strong backbone and I am here to do my job. That’s what I plan to do. Still, it’s hard when you’re used to making friends easy, especially with girls.
I step off the elevator and push my cart back into the mailroom. Sherile is in there checking off some sort of list. She looks up from the clipboard when I approach her.
“Did you get everything delivered?” she asks, tucking her stick-straight black hair behind her ear.