Catching Avery

by M. E. Clayton

  Chapter 10

  Lust: Because...pfft...who doesn't want to do them? Lesbians...maybe, lesbians.

  Avery~

  Quinn put both her hands on her hips, making her 5’5” frame as intimidating as she could. “What do you want, Nick?”

  He raised both his eyebrows at her aggressiveness. “How do you know I really don’t want to speak to you about the management changes?”

  “I don’t know,” she retorted, “maybe because I’m not a fool? If this was work related, Julian would have requested to speak with us. You know, Julian, our boss?”

  “Uh, last I checked, Nick and I are your bosses too,” Chase reminded her, all the while starting to stalk towards her.

  Since the conference room took up the entire floor, it wasn’t designed like the other conference rooms in the building. The department conference rooms had clear glass walls where anyone could look inside. This room’s only windows were set high on the back wall. Their only purpose was to let light in because they were too high for anyone to be able to look through. Well, except maybe Julian. And it was scarcely furnished to accommodate the large numbers that amassed in here.

  So, while I should have been surprised when Chase wrapped his right arm around Q and pulled her to his body, I wasn’t. “But if you want to play boss, I’m okay with that, sweetheart.”

  She pushed him away from her, ignoring his nonsense. “Why’d you hold us back, Nick?”

  If I didn’t think Q would castrate Chase at some point, I wouldn’t mind seeing them together. With his charm and her ferociousness, they could probably rule the world. I think Nicholas liked her for Chase too, that’s why he was honest with her. “I really just wanted to speak with Avery, but I thought it would look odd if I asked for only her to stay behind.”

  If I had not been standing in the middle of the room with them, I would have started banging my head up against the wall. This man, though sexy he may be, was making me crazy. “And what did you want to speak to me about?”

  He threw that irritating smirk of his at me. “I think it would be best if we had this conversation without an audience, Imp.”

  I couldn’t help my snort. “Oh, please, because everyone in this room doesn’t already know more about me than my licensed therapist?” I couldn’t roll my eyes hard enough.

  And then Julian did something I had never seen him do before or in any of his magazine photos. He gifted us with a full blown, teeth showing smile and it was so majestic, I thought I saw a unicorn standing behind him, under a rainbow that was floating down four leave clovers.

  And the sonofabitch had dimples.

  Just when I thought he couldn’t get any more gorgeous, he had to go and have a deep set of dimples to go with his smile. “Holy fuck,” Quinn rasped out. And I was so happy to hear that I wasn’t the only one struck dumb and Quinn was getting a load of this shit too. “Are you seeing what I’m seeing, Ace?”

  “Un huh,” was my snappy reply.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Chase snapped, as he stood in front of Quinn to block her view. “Julian, stop smiling,” he ordered, “and you. Have some respect. He belongs to Isabella. You remember Isabella, your friend?”

  The look Quinn gave him should have obliterated him. “First of all, you twit,” she leaned to her side so she could point around Chase to Julian, “that man is fucking gorgeous.” She righted herself to look back at Chase, while Julian laughed/coughed. “I am not going to apologize for staring. I mean, look at that fine piece of man meat.” She peeked around Chase again. “I mean, just look.”

  I nodded my head and agreed, “True story.”

  Looking back at Chase, she continued to make her case. “And secondly, last I heard, Izzy isn’t holding the signed deed to Julian’s penis, so therefore he doesn’t belong to her just yet.”

  Chase took a step forward so that he was almost chest to nose with Quinn. “Deed or not, if you’re going to cross the lines of impropriety with anyone, it’s going to be me or it’s going to be no one, Quinn.”

  Whoa….he just called her Quinn. But true to Quinn form, she just rolled her eyes at him.

  “I’ll see you crazy people later,” Julian threw at us as he headed for the door. And just because I wanted a legit reason to stare at him a little bit longer, I asked where he was going even those it was clearly none of my business.

  He replied, “To talk to a certain brunette about deeds and property management.”

  I couldn’t help it. I started laughing and so did Quinn. The idea that this big, rough, brooding male was all tied in knots over Izzy was too sweet.

  “Okay, this has been fun and all, but I have an early weekend to start.” Quinn headed to the same door Julian just walked through. “You coming, Ace?”

  “I-”

  Nicholas answered for me. “No, she’s not.” And to make his point, he walked over to me and wrapped me up in his arms as if he had every right to. And I let him.

  Benedict Arnold threw up a peace sign. “Fine,” she conceded as she tried to sidestep Chase. “But I better see you at The Shack tonight.” She pointed her perfectly manicured finger at Nicholas. “If she isn’t there, I’m going to hold you responsible, and I will come after you, boss or not.” And as Chase followed her out the door, I could hear him inviting himself to The Shack tonight.

  I shook Nicholas off me….or I tried, but all I managed was to get enough breathing room to be able to look up at his face. “Nicholas, what are you doing?”

  He gave me his full attention and it was a wonder my brain worked at all. Julian was spectacular to look at and Chase was sex personified, but Nicholas was hypnotizing. He was just so goddamn good looking; he turned my brain to mush. He searched my face as he confessed, “I’m being immoral, unethical, unprofessional and just plain selfish.” His arms tightened around me. “But I know you want me just as much as I want you, so just say yes, Avery.”

  He’s right. I did want him and suddenly losing my job for one night with him seemed so worth it. “So, we get this out of our system and then we part ways like the mature adults that we are?” I asked hopefully.

  He gave me an odd look, but then schooled his features as he agreed, “I’ll take you whichever way I can get you. So, whatever you want, Imp.”

  This was it. “Lock the door,” I whispered.

  I felt Nicholas’ entire body lock up. “Chase made sure to lock it on his way out.” And before I could feel affronted that Chase thought I was a sure thing, Nicholas went in for the attack.

  He tangled both his hands in my hair and brought my lips to his in a punishing kiss that was going to leave my lips swollen and bruised.

  And I fucking loved it.

  I grabbed onto either side of his waist and let him lead me backwards until my back hit the wall. My green light brought out a side of Nicholas I never imagined he possessed, because I wasn’t expecting the force in which he slammed me up against the wall. This was my fantasy come to life without the resistance and all I could think was how happy I was that I wore a skirt to work today.

  He removed his hands from my now mangled hair and used them to take possession of my thighs. He held them firmly in his hands and then lifted them to wrap my legs around his waist. I was so caught up in my sick fantasy that I briefly hoped that he left bruises.

  I brought both my arms around to envelope his neck and drill my hands into his chocolate waves, still kissing him like he was the oxygen I needed to breathe. I could feel his erection through his slacks and it felt like the second coming of Jesus Christ. I used the wall’s leverage to rub myself against his massive cock and I almost exploded.

  He broke off the kiss and I noticed his breathing was just as ragged as mine. “Keep doing that and I’m going to cum before I even get inside you, Imp.” I’m not going to lie; the idea of this man being so out of control for me, had me the hottest I’ve ever been.

  I threw my head back as far as it would go against the wall and begged him, “Nicholas, please!” He responded
by lowering his mouth to my exposed neck and biting down so hard he could’ve broken skin. I let out a moan worthy of a porn star and soaked my panties to the point of worthlessness.

  Pinning me to the wall with his body, he let go of my thighs to grasp handfuls of my hair again, forcing me to face him. “Baby, you don’t ever have to beg me. Anything you want, everything you want, whatever you want from me…it’s yours.”

  And like the wanton slut that I evidently had become, I wanted to tell the only thing I wanted from him in this moment was his cock buried balls deep inside me. But I wasn’t a good dirty talker, so I kept it short and sweet. “Fuck me, Nicolas. Fuck me so hard I black out.”

  He threw his head back and howled, “Fuuuuuuuck!” I could see under his tie and collar that his neck was corded and it had me wanting to return his bite. But before I could bare my teeth, he was back to kissing me.

  I was so delirious with need I didn’t even realize he had went for my panties until I heard the sound of ripping fabric. My hands fought their way in between our bodies and through his suit jacket to eliminate the barrier of his belt. I couldn’t wait any longer. “Do you care who puts the condom on?” I’d never done it before, but I wanted to put one on him…with my teeth.

  He stepped away and detached himself from me so suddenly that I slid down the wall and hit my ass on the floor with a bone bruising thud. “Motherfucker!” I keeled over onto my side and started frantically rubbing my ass. I glared up to a rather devastating looking Nicholas. “What the hell, Nicholas?!”

  My profanity laced question seemed to snap him out of his daze. “Oh, fuck.” He skated over to me on his knees like he was sliding onto a rock stage. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” He grabbed me by my shoulders and lifted me onto his lap, but it made no difference, my ass still hurt like hell.

  Torn between the urge to cry and beat him within an inch of his life, I gritted my teeth and opted to for an explanation instead. “Explain, you group-counseling-therapy-needing psycho.”

  I could hear him expel an earth ending sigh. “I don’t have any condoms on me.”

  He obviously must have sensed my need to do him bodily harm, because he intensified his hold on me as I hissed at him, “What?”

  I felt him rest his chin on the top of my head. “I don’t have any condoms on me, Imp, and I don’t have sex without them.”

  This didn’t make any sense. He didn’t make any sense. “I don’t understand. You’re a healthy heterosexual male. How in the hell do you not have a condom in your wallet? Does it not fit with all the hundreds that are taking up space?” I knew I was being snide, but I was burning all over and he was ineffectively telling me his fire hose was busted and I was just going to have to suffer.

  “Because I don’t leave my house for work each morning, thinking I’m going to fuck someone in between investment meetings!” He snapped, sounding as frustrated as I felt.

  “Really, because after that bullshit in your office yesterday, it didn’t cross your mind to come to work prepared? I mean, obviously, we’re both too stupid to behave professionally at work,” I pointed out.

  He gave my body a quick squeeze. “Imp…” It sounded like a plea.

  I could hear his genuine regret in that one word, so I relaxed against his body. “I’m sorry. It just really saddens me to know my favorite panties have been destroyed in vain.” I folded my arms over his as he held me. “I really liked those panties.”

  “Do you trust me?” That was easy. While I didn’t trust myself around him, I did trust him. Closing my eyes, I dropped my head back onto his shoulder. “Yes.”

  The next thing I knew, he was carrying me over to a decorative table in the corner. He laid my back flat across the table and it wasn’t until he pried my knees apart with his hands and stepped in between my open thighs did I realize why he asked. I was about to have my world rocked by this sexy man’s tongue.

  I guess my panties died a valiant death after all.

  Nicholas~

  I had no idea how I was going to be able to get through this without saying to hell with a condom and just fucking her raw, but I was determined to find a way. The fact that it even crossed my mind to fuck her bare, had my mind ten different ways of fucked up. She was right, though. After yesterday I should have been more prepared and there was no way I was calling Chase or Julian back to hand-deliver a condom.

  She propped herself up on her elbows. “Nic-”

  I knew she was going to martyr herself and tell me I didn’t have to do this, but what she didn’t know, was that I wanted to do this more than I wanted to take my next breath. I grabbed the outside of her thighs and yanked her body towards me until her ass was at the edge of the table. The table legs wobbled and I wasn’t sure it was going to be sturdy enough to withstand what I was about to do to her, but I didn’t care. This room could do with one less table anyhow.

  I leaned over her and wrapped my hand around the back of her neck to bring her farther up for a kiss. I was determined to silence her objections. I wasn’t going to let her stop me now that I had made up my mind to taste her.

  I pressed my weight down onto her until her elbows caved and she was back to lying flat on the table. I really wanted to kiss my way down her body, but I was too scared that she might change her mind before I reached my true destination, so I rose back to stand upright between her legs again.

  The sight before me had me momentarily paralyzed. Something about this woman had captured me last Friday night and hadn’t let go since. I was slightly terrified that once was not going to be enough with her, and the way I was feeling right now, with her sprawled out before me for the taking, I wasn’t sure if fifty years would be enough with her.

  She might be minutes away from screaming the building down in orgasmic bliss, but I was starting to think it was going to be me who ended up fucked.

  I blinked away my inner musings and dropped to my knees in front of her. When I got a hint of the smell of her arousal, it momentarily crossed my mind to send the furniture manufacturer a thank you card because her intoxicatingly wet cunt was at perfect level with my face.

  I couldn’t hold back any longer. I placed my hands on the back of each of her thighs and pushed them back, making her skirt fall to gather over her stomach and opening her up to my scrutiny. Avery’s neatly trimmed pussy was flushed pink, dripping wet and perfect.

  The anticipation must have been killing her, because she went back to begging, “Nicholas, please…I can’t stand it.” Her breathless pleas were making me feel like I, alone, discovered the female orgasm and I was the only one who could give it to her.

  Holding her thighs high enough to lift her ass off the table, I finally flicked my tongue out to give her a firm, slow lick. I started at the opening of her pussy and made my way up to her throbbing clit.

  She tasted like everything perfect in the world.

  She tasted like I was going to lose my fucking mind.

  The second her flavor hit my tongue, I knew I was in for a world of trouble and when she cried out at the contact, I immediately became addicted to her sound. I imagined this must be what if felt like when someone first tried heroin, because I couldn’t think of anything I wouldn’t do to hear that sound again.

  I lifted my eyes high enough to find her hands clutching the gathered fabric of her skirt. I wished I could see her face, but it was obscured by the hills of her tits and because I couldn’t get her fantasy out of my mind, I tightened my hold on her thighs hard enough to leave bruises. If I was a good guy, I’d be able to say I was conflicted about marring her body while doing something most considered ought to be done out of love, but I wasn’t. The knowledge that she was going to be walking out of this room wearing my fingerprints and teeth marks had me harder than I had ever been in my life.

  I took her hypersensitive clit in between my teeth and bit down softly as I began sucking around the nub, and because that wasn’t enough, I let her thighs fall over my shoulders. I needed my hands free so I could fill her.
I might not be able to stick my dick inside her, but I was going to do what I can with my tongue and fingers.

  I removed my teeth from her clit and moved my tongue to circle the opening of her needy hole. She was soaking wet, but I wanted to be sure she could take my fingers easily. “Nicholas.”

  It was torture pulling my face away from her. “What, baby?” I knew what she wanted, but I wanted to hear her say it.

  She sounded like she was in feverish pain. “I need more.”

  I licked her from hole to clit again. “More of what, Imp? Do you want more of my tongue or is it my fingers you need?”

  I wanted to shout from the rooftops when she answered. “Both. Either. Anything,” she mewled, “just as long as it’s you.”

  I was so consumed by lust that I was losing my grip on reality. I resumed my ministrations on her clit while I slid my left middle finger into her warmth. I almost came in my pants at the sensation of having her soft, tight channel pulling my finger in.

  As soon as I rubbed my finger against that magical area inside her pussy, she grabbed my hair with both her hands. “Nicholas!”

  There went reality.

  I pumped my finger in and out of her pussy while I licked and sucked every inch of her pink lips with no rhyme or reason. Usually I took my time when I went down on a woman, but Avery had me so turned on, I lost all my finesse.

  One finger wasn’t enough for me. Even though I knew I couldn’t stick my cock in her, I was still going to make sure she walked out of this room sore.

  I added a second finger to the first and slid both of them inside her, making her tight hole clench mercilessly around them. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to see her body reacting to what I was doing to her. I leaned back as far as I could with her hands still gripping my hair and I watched as her body took my fingers.

  Everything about it was absolute.

  Her body was made to receive me and everything I had to give her. I added a third finger and began finger fucking her until I was sure my hand was going to cramp up. “Oh my God, yes! Please!”