“I’ve always had a thing for girls who don’t have a head for math and measurements,” I murmur.
“That’s because we’re better at giving head, aren’t we?” she coos as she wraps her soft palm around my cock admiringly.
I suck in a breath of pure shock as my cock goes wild at her touch. Lust rages inside me and works me to a frenzy. No woman has ever got me like this. Not even when I was a teenager.
She moves her mouth closer, but I grab her shoulders and keep her at arm’s length. “If you get your delicious mouth anywhere near my cock, I’m going to come right away.”
Cindy takes her hand away from me.
Instantly, I miss the warmth of her touch and the intense pleasure she sent through my body, but I don’t have to miss it for long. She puts her hands on my sides and pulls me back down on top of her.
Our lips meet again.
As I kiss her, she moves her hips, moving her wet pussy against my cock. I can feel the heat coming off it in waves. I have to be inside of her. I have to have her right now. I push off her, vaulting off the bed I reach for my suitcase. I grab the packet of condoms from it and as I walk towards her, I rip one open and roll it on to my dick.
I crawl over Cindy’s body and capture her mouth again. Deepening the kiss, I push one hand into her hair. Her hands are on my back, roaming, caressing, bringing my skin to life. She arches her body up from the mattress and presses it against mine. I can feel her hard, little nipples against my chest.
I move my mouth from hers and reach down between us and grab my cock. I bring it to Cindy’s opening, and marvel at how soaking wet she is, how ready for me she is. She gives me a smile drunk with lust. Her eyelids are half-closed as I tease her, moving my cock in a circle around the edge of her sweet pussy.
Her face changes when I ram into her in one brutal stroke. The look of surprise goes in a second, then her face twists with pleasure as I push all the way in and fill her up. Her pussy is warm and deliciously tight. I begin to move inside of her, stretching her out, making her mine. She moans and wraps her legs around my waist, grabbing at my ass and pushing me deeper inside her.
I angle my body so my cock rubs over her G-spot with each thrust. Each time my cock slams into her, she makes an ‘ahh’ sound. The sound is so full of primal need that it drives me all the way to the edge. I have to force myself to think of something else to keep from coming.
I stop moving, lean down and kiss her mouth. It’s a deep, passionate kiss and it makes her melt under me. I kiss her neck and run my tongue up and down it.
Cindy’s hips start thrusting desperately. She needs the friction. I start moving in time with her, making each thrust fill her right up. I can feel fire moving through my cock and up into my stomach. Cindy’s hands move up my back and then she wraps her arms around my shoulders. Then her body starts to spasm.
She digs her nails into my back as her orgasm comes on. Her face contorts as she shouts my name and climaxes. Hard. So hard her body becomes stiff as a board and I feel her pussy clamping around my cock like a clenched fist.
I up the pace of my thrusts, short fast strokes that make her cry out incoherently. She sucks in a gasping breath as her eyes roll back in her head. The breathy noise of Cindy trying to recover from her orgasm pushes me over the edge.
My climax slams through me, tightening my muscles, making my stomach flutter. Pleasure radiates through me as I come inside Cindy. She clings to me, her face pressed against my neck. It feels as if we are hanging still in time, suspended in a world of pure pleasure.
As the pleasure fades, I roll off Cindy and lie beside her and get my breathing under control. It hits me then what I have done, but it doesn’t feel like a mistake lying here beside her. It feels right.
I feel the mattress dip slightly as Cindy turns to face me. I turn onto my side and face her. She looks so beautiful with no make-up and her hair still mussed up from the sex.
She leans forward and kisses me. It’s not the desperate kiss of earlier when we were both clawing at each other like unleashed demons. It’s a tender, sensual kiss. A dangerous kiss. One that tells me it’s not going to be so easy to let Cindy go.
She pulls back and smiles at me, a playful smile that makes her eyes twinkle.
“You can go back to the couch now,” she says. “If you still want to.”
I grin at her. “You know, I think I’ll be ok here.”
Cindy
I wake up and am immediately conscious of Alex lying beside me. I sit up, holding the sheet across my chest. The memories of last night flood in. The flirting over dinner and drinks, the awkwardness that fell between us, the terror of thinking there was a ghost in my room, and of course the way I practically threw myself at Alex.
I came to his room because I was genuinely scared, but then I started to want his touch, to want him. I’m telling myself it’s because I was terrified and terrified people do weird, unreasonable things, but I know it’s more than that.
When he told me if I moved the sheet again, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking me, I should have left the sheet on. But I didn’t. Of course, I didn’t. How could I? I wanted him. I’ve wanted him from day one and I want things to change between us.
But now, in the cold hard light of day, I know it was probably a mistake. Things can’t change between us. I’m his employee, nothing more. He told me so himself. Yesterday. If I hadn’t thrown myself at him, he would never have taken me.
I debate trying to sneak away before Alex wakes up, but I remind myself I’m a grown ass woman who isn’t in the habit of running away from her problems. No, I’m not going to sneak off. I’m going to wait for him to wake up and explain that I’m sorry about last night and ask him if we can just put it behind us. That’s the grown-up thing to do. The right thing to do.
I let out a long sigh and jump with horror when Alex laughs beside me. I glance at him, instantly assaulted by how damned good he looks first thing in the morning. His face is softer than usual as sleep still stretches across it and his hair is all deliciously mussed. It takes a lot of will power for me to not reach down and brush his hair back from his face.
“I thought you were still sleeping,” I say. My voice sounds throaty. As if I’ve been giving him blowjobs all night long, which, I suppose is what I have been doing.
“No. I’m awake,” he says.
I nod, not really hearing him. I know I have to say this now and get it over with and just hope we can maintain some semblance of a professional relationship.
“Look, Alex, about last night. What happened, I agree with you that it shouldn’t have.”
“Good. We are in agreement.” He pushes himself up into a sitting position.
I turn slightly so we’re facing each other. “I honestly don’t know what came over me. Believe it or not, I’m not in the habit of sneaking into people’s rooms in the middle of the night, then having sex with them.”
“Actually, I’m not in the habit of sleeping with my employees either,” he says.
I smile, a shy smile full of the hope I feel. This isn’t as awkward as I thought it was going to be and I’m starting to think we’ll be ok, that we can just forget this ever happened and move past it. Forgetting it might be a stretch. I can barely look at Alex without remembering how amazing his cock felt inside of me, how his kiss awoke parts of me I didn’t know were dormant. But I can move past it. I think.
“So we can both agree it shouldn’t have happened,” I go on.
Alex nods.
“And that it can’t … no, not can’t, but shouldn’t, happen again.”
Alex’s eyes are twinkling, and I get the impression my discomfort is amusing him.
“We’re both adults. We can move forward and put this one night down to drinking a bit too much and getting caught up in the moment,” I finish.
“There’s only one problem with that, Cindy,” Alex says.
I feel dread in my stomach, even though he’s smiling. He’s going to tell me
we can’t work together after this or something. I’m going to lose The Macau because of one stupid, amazing mistake.
“What?” I ask quietly.
He looks me straight in the eye, his gaze so intense I want to look away, but I find that I can’t. He holds me as surely as if he was holding me physically in place.
“I didn’t drink too much,” he says.
As he says it, he pushes a hand into my hair and pulls my face towards his. Our lips meet. I kiss Alex back as if my life depended on it. I am completely unable to stop myself because my body betrays me and responds to him. My clit starts throbbing with need, and my skin is tingling as if I’ve been walking in a storm. On their own accord my hands move out to touch Alex’s chest, his arms, his back.
I don’t know what exactly comes over me when I’m around Alex, but it’s potent. It’s like he casts some sort of spell over me, a spell that makes me lose all sense or self-preservation or responsibility. I don’t care about the consequences of my actions at all. I just want him.
I feel myself moving, my body acting without my head’s permission. I throw one leg over Alex and sit straddling him, kissing him, drinking him in. His hands move up and down my back and over my sides. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my pussy. My head screams that I have to stop this. Once (okay, more than once, but since it happened in one night, it can be classified as happening in one long continuous timeframe) can be classified as a mistake, but doing it in the harsh glare of sobriety … I tear myself from his kiss.
“Alex, we can’t do this,” I gasp.
“We can’t?” he replies with not an ounce of seriousness in his voice.
“It would be a big mistake.”
“Mmmm.”
“I work for you and we should remain professional. I hate the idea of women who sleep with their bosses.” I frown down at Alex who is smiling.
“Uh … huh.”
“Is that all you can say?” I demand.
“No, but I’d find it much easier to believe you if you weren’t straddling me and rubbing your hot wet pussy across my cock while you’re saying it.”
“I … oh.”
He’s right, of course. I don’t want to talk him out of this at all. I want him to talk me into it. To tell me it’s ok for us to do this again. He seems to get the message and he obliges.
“Sure, you work for me, but we’re also kind of on holiday. We’re obviously hungry for each other, so why don’t we get it out of our systems while we’re here. Then when we go home, we can have that professional relationship you want without the chemistry.”
I have to admit I like the sound of that. “So just a bit of no strings fun that ends when we go back to London?” I ask.
He shrugs. “If that’s what you want.”
“I can work with that,” I say as I lean back down and kiss Alex again.
Can I though? Can I really let him go when my time here is over? Of course I can, I tell myself. It’s not going to be any worse than letting him go now would be, and at least this way, I get some fun first. Who knows, maybe he’ll be right and this will get it out of my system and I won’t want him like this once we get home, the law of diminishing returns and all that. In my heart, I know it won’t work like that, but I cling to the idea almost as tightly as I cling to him.
I reach down for Alex’s cock, needing to feel him inside me, but he grabs my wrist and stops me. I pull my lips away from his. Has he changed his mind? His smile tells me no.
“I want to eat you out first,” he says in a low husky voice that makes my pussy clench and a rush of liquid flood me.
He puts his hands on my shoulders and bucks his hips, rolling me off him and onto my back. I lay flat, looking up at him as he looks down hungrily at me. He kisses me, a quick kiss that leaves me wanting more.
“Ready?” he asks in that same husky, sex-filled voice.
I nod, and he brings his head down to my body and runs his tongue over my skin, between my breasts and down my stomach. He pushes my legs wide apart and I hold my breath, waiting to feel him suck my whole pussy greedily into his mouth the way he did last night, but instead, he skips past it. Ah, a different technique, a far more torturous one. He lifts one of my legs and runs his tongue up my inner thigh, sending shivers through my body. He licks back down to my knee and then moves to my other leg.
His touch is light, teasing, and it’s driving me wild. He is waking up every cell in my body, filling me with a deep need that makes my clit throb, and my pussy craves his cock. I can’t get any release as he teases me mercilessly, priming me for what’s to come.
Finally, he releases my leg and he kneels between my legs, looking at my pussy. My legs are spread wide and I know all of me is on show, but I don’t feel self-conscious, I feel utterly shameless. Empowered even. He looks up and meets my eye for a second.
The uncontrollable desire in his eyes sweeps a shiver up my spine.
He reaches out with one hand and he runs two fingers between my pussy lips. They graze lightly over my labia and then they finally reach my swollen clit. I am so turned on, so ready for his touch, that I’m trembling all over. Even his light touch sends a bolt of electricity through me and I gasp at the intensity of the feeling.
He grins at me and then he lowers himself and I can see only the top of his head and his hands. He lifts one of my legs and hooks it over his shoulder, his hand playing over my thigh. He holds my other hip in his hand, and finally, when I don’t think I can take this anymore, he finds my clit with his tongue.
I’m so ready, so swollen, that the touch is almost painful. I gasp, forcing myself to stay in place, to take the sweet pain that flows through me. It only lasts for a few seconds and then my body adjusts to his touch and it is only pleasure, raw unadulterated pleasure that consumes me whole.
He swirls his tongue around on my clit, licking me back and forth and then side to side. I can already feel my climax building. Alex has primed me so completely I’m actually already on the verge of a climax before he even touches my clit.
Now, he sucks on my clit, pulling it into his mouth, his tongue circling it, working around it. His touch is rough and a little bit aggressive and I fucking love it. He gives a hard suck, one that makes me catch my breath, and I hear a pained ‘ahh’ sound leaving my mouth as I exhale.
My hands ball into fists beside me and my back arches as he continues his wonderful assault on my senses. My hips buck of their own accord, pressing my clit harder against his tongue as he releases it from his sucking grip and goes back to meticulously licking the sensitive petals of flesh around it.
When he presses down in the center of my clit with his tongue, the sensation is so intense, so unexpected, I feel my upper body being lifted clean off the bed. I moan his name as I flop back down, barely in control of myself now. My whole body is tingling, my stomach is rolling, and my clit is pulsing with the orgasm that’s about to explode through me at any moment.
I pant for air, but no matter how much I get, it doesn’t seem to be enough. My head spins as I feel myself coming undone. My moans turn into little animal-like whimpers as he works me into a frenzy. He never stops for even a second.
He just lets the pressure build and build.
Just when I think I can’t take the relentless, sweet torture anymore, he pushes his fingers into my pussy, and I hear myself shouting his name over and over as my climax finally breaks, the release flooding through me as my body takes over from my mind, and carries me away on a carpet of ecstasy.
My eyes roll in my head, unfocused, unseeing. I can hear my own pulse as the blood rushes to my head. I scream Alex’s name again as I hit the peak of my orgasm and then for a moment, everything is still and black and I can’t see or hear anything. The blackness only lasts for a second, then I am thrown back onto the rollercoaster of pleasure that I am riding.
Then it’s over. My senses come rushing back to me and my limbs feel heavy, sated. I pull in a deep breath and I hear myself panting, trying to get myse
lf back under some sort of control. Alex doesn’t wait around for me to get control of myself.
He pushes my leg away, rolls a rubber onto his ramrod stiff cock, then gets onto all fours and crawls up my body. It’s an incredible turn on to see this powerful beast of a man claim me. He starts running his tongue over my skin once more. His lips find mine and I taste my orgasm on his tongue, on his lips. My juices glisten on his chin and throat.
He pulls back from my lips and without warning, takes hold of me, and flips me onto my stomach. He runs his fingers through my slit again and the squelching sounds reminds me of how incredibly wet I am, how much I still want him. I ignore the heavy feeling in my body and I push myself up onto all fours, inviting Alex in.
He moves his fingers away from me and he runs his nails down my spine. I curve my body, pressing myself into his touch. He moves his hands up and down my sides and then over my ass, and then I feel his cock, hard and huge on the edge of my pussy.
He takes hold of my hips and as he thrusts into me, he pulls on them, moving me onto him, impaling me on that huge cock of his. My breath catches in my throat as he fills me, stretching my pussy unbearably to accommodate his size.
He isn’t holding back. He keeps his grip on my hips tight, pulling me all the way back towards him with each thrust, and pounds into me with such long hard strokes that they make me jerk forward like a toy without any control of its own movements I am consumed by him once more, by the carnal pleasure of having him rut inside of me.
He takes one hand off my hip, but it doesn’t matter. I am moving with him, matching his rhythm without his guidance. I am in a frenzy, almost animalistic in my need for him to fill me.
I feel his hand moving over the front of my body, caressing my stomach and then it moves lower, and he presses his fingers against my clit. It feels like he’s pressed something hot. It sparks against me as my already tender clit screams at his rough, insistent touch.
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