I put my tongue back on her clit and the only thing that existed for me was this woman’s pleasure. I wasn’t going to stop until she was too sated to move. But more importantly, I was going to make certain she didn’t want to move anywhere without me.
I died a little inside every time I took my tongue off of her pussy, but I needed her with me. “That’s it, baby, cum for me. Come on, Avery, cum all over my fucking face.”
I could feel her clenching at my words and her juices flow down my hand. I kept jamming my fingers into her and caressing her g-spot every time I withdrew. “Don’t stop, Nicholas. Please don’t stop. I’m going to cum.”
I had to see. I wanted the picture of her face when she came imprinted in my mind. So with as much coordination as I could manage, I got to my feet and covered her body with mine. I succeeded in keeping her legs over my shoulders and my hand was still half way up her snug cunt.
She was thrashing her head from side to side, her eyes closed to try to contain all the sensations she was feeling, but that wasn’t going to work for me. I captured her chin in my other hand and forced her to look at me. There was no way I was going to let her fantasize about anything or anyone other than me when I made her cum. “Look at me, Imp.”
“Nicholas…” she kept her eyes closed.
I gripped her chin harder, inflicting enough pain to make her comply. “Open your fucking eyes and look at me, Avery,” I commanded, the fingers on my other hand never stopping.
She brought her hands to my collar and clasped it until it was a stretched, wrinkled mess, but she opened her eyes and it was the most magnificent sight I had ever seen. Her silver eyes were so clouded with desire she couldn’t focus. “Avery, baby?”
She finally managed to focus, and when she did, she made sure she was looking directly into my eyes. She looked so amorous, she took my breath away. “Nicholas, please.”
An orgasm, my kidney, my fortune, whatever she was begging for she was going to get. I started working my fingers inside her so furiously I almost came. “Tell me what you want from me. Tell me what you want from only me, Imp.”
“Make me cum, Nicholas,” she lifted her head to brush her lips across mine. “Please.”
Forcing her eyes to remain locked on mine, I worked her tight cunt until she couldn’t control her body any longer. She arched her head back and screamed out as her orgasm seized her entire body. Her neck was bared to me, and like the offering it looked like, I sunk my teeth into her delicate skin and bit the holy fuck out of her. Her pussy tightened around my fingers so hard I didn’t know if I’d be able to pull them out. And I couldn’t wait to feel it spasm around my cock.
After several seconds, her pussy finally started slowly clenching and unclenching around my fingers and I knew she was beginning to come down off her high. I withdrew my fingers and let go of her neck. I rested my forehead on her chest and tried to slow my breathing. It’s crazy. I didn’t fuck anyone or cum, but I felt as if I had. And because I had become so addicted to her taste, I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked her cream off my fingers. I didn’t make a show of it and make her watch me do it, because cleaning her off my hand was all for me.
I could vaguely feel her lightly running her hands through my hair as she rode out the last of her aftershocks. I just wanted to fall to the floor with her, curl up and call it a night, but I didn’t think the janitorial service would appreciate it if they had to vacuum around us, which reminded me…
I managed to tear myself away from her and walk over to where I had dropped her shredded panties and picked them up. I didn’t need to read over a report when I came in on Monday morning about employees fucking in the conference rooms.
To my great disappointment, when I turned around, Avery was already sitting up on the table trying to make herself presentable. I stuffed her panties in my pocket as I made my way over to her. I silently stood in front of her waiting for her to lift her head and look at me. “Imp?”
“What?” She still didn’t look at me, and I was praying inside that she wasn’t already regretting what we did; because I had every intention of doing it again and then some.
“Baby, look at me.” I bent my knees so I could be level with her face and nudged her chin to look at me. “Are you okay?”
She smirked at me. “I’ve never been better.” And then pointedly looking at my crotch. “Are you okay?”
I would have bought into her indifference had she not been blushing. “I’m fine, Imp.” I kissed her forehead. “But I’ll be better once we get out of here and go to my place.”
I saw her haze finally lift when she registered what I said. “Huh…what?”
I stood back up to my full height and cradling her face in my hands as I fixed her gaze to mine. “I’m taking you to my place so I can fuck you all night without interruption.”
She bit her lower lip and glanced down. This wasn’t going to be good. “I can’t, Nicholas.”
Even though her expression had already said it all, I still didn’t like hearing it. “Why not?”
She let go of her lip and reverted her gaze back at me. “I promised Q and Izzy I’d go to The Shack with them tonight. It’s sort of our thing. I can’t back out, Nicholas.”
I didn’t like it. Not one fucking bit. But short of sliding a ring on her finger and dragging her to an unethical justice of the peace against her will, I couldn’t stop her. One session of oral sex didn’t give me the right to tell her what to do. Little did she know that once I got my cock inside her, that privilege was going to give me all kinds of rights over her and her body.
But for now, I just nodded. “Okay. Text me when you’re ready to go home and I’ll pick you up.”
“Nic-”
“This isn’t up for debate, Avery. The only way you’re walking out of this room alone to meet Quinn and Isabella, is if you agree to let me pick you up later.” So much for waiting until I got my cock inside her to start being a controlling dick.
She glowered at me. “Fine. But you better have a nightstand full of condoms or I will not be held responsible for my actions!”
And with that parting shot, Avery hopped off the table and walked out of the conference room.
Without her panties.
Chapter 11
Lust: Because they look like they can get the job done...and then some.
Avery~
The Shack was the epitome of old town San Jose. It wasn’t fancy, the beers didn’t cost ten dollars a bottle and it’s been Quinn’s stomping ground since she became old enough to drink.
I moved here from Ione four years ago when I couldn’t take small town living anymore and Izzy moved here about three years ago when the company she worked for offered her a promotion. She was promoted to senior marketing analyst for Willshire Marketing, but the position came with a transfer to San Jose. So, since we were transplants, we had let Quinn take the reins whenever we started hanging out together, and once Quinn found out Isabella loved karaoke as much as she did; The Shack rituals were born.
Q, Izzy and I made it here before any of the co-workers we had invited. It was paramount we got the table closest to the Flip-the karaoke DJ extraordinaire-because Q and Iz had a serious karaoke problem. For two chicks who can’t carry a tune, they spent a lot of time on the mic.
And full disclosure here, I was a bit addicted to it too. Karaoke was fun as hell.
Quinn plopped down in her chair as she placed two buckets of beers in the middle of the table. I’m assuming the second one is for when everyone else shows up. “Not that I’m against making new friends and all, but why did you guys invite your co-workers?” Iz asked.
I tipped my already opened beer at Q. “Ask her. This is her circus act, not mine.”
“Oh, come on,” Quinn reached for a beer, “I just thought with the firing of Boris and Natasha, it would be a good morale booster.”
“Alright, but if they turn out to be serious, mature adults, I’m leaving.” Iz declared. “I didn’t come out tonight
to be serious in the least.”
“I’ll be right behind you, Iz.”
Quinn gave me that look. You know the look you get when someone’s about to get real on you. “Really, Ace? Because you’re all about seriousness, right?”
Isabella started bouncing up and down in her seat and slapped her hand down on the table in front of me. “That’s right. Q called me and told me Nicholas had you in the conference room doing unspeakable things to your body. Spill chickaroo.”
This is the part where a respectable, reserved, mature woman would inform these two hoe bags that sex is something private. However, there were no respectable, reserved, mature women sitting at our table just yet. “You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
Iz looked over at Quinn for some clarification. “Don’t look at me. I don’t have anything to show.” And that depressing thought had Quinn downing her beer.
Iz shot me a look. “Meaning?”
“Oh, please! You haven’t shared any details about Julian, and that sonofabitch has dimples, but you want me to give up the goods about Nicholas?”
“She’s got you there, Iz. And we really, really want to know about Julian.”
Isabella narrowed her eyes at us. “The best I’ve ever had and probably will ever have. There. Are you guys happy?”
Quinn let out a whoop. “So what’s the deal with you guys then, because that man has got it bad for you, babygirl.”
“There’s nothing going on. We’ve just been killing time together every now and again,” Iz clarified.
“We need shots for this conversation.” Q stood up to head over to the bar. “But, Iz, you are out of your mind if you think that man is just ‘killing time’ with you.”
I had to agree with Quinn on this one. “She’s right, Iz. If your name gets mentioned, you can see his entire demeanor change. It’s kind of intense.”
“We have an agreement, Ace. It’s all under control.” I held up my beer to toast hers silently, wishing her luck.
Before Quinn could set down the shots, Iz was on her. “And what about you? What’s going on with you and Chase?”
Quinn grunted. “Nothing.” I raised my eyebrows at her, calling her liar with my expression. “What? It’s true. He’s nothing but a huge flirt and a World Series class player. I’m a game and one I don’t intend to let him play.”
I liked Chase. “Oh, come on, Q. We barely know these guys. That’s a rather harsh judgment, don’t you think?”
“Nope,” She denied. “I don’t mind his annoying ways, but I’m not falling for his bullshit.”
“Grab your shots ladies, and then, Ace, you’re coming clean about the conference room.” Well, after all, Isabella did show me hers. And I knew there was going to be more to what Nicholas and I were doing when there was a text on my phone later identifying his number. Nicholas totally misused H.R. resources to get my cellphone number.
We took our shots and I dished. “We almost had sex, but he didn’t have any condoms, so he…uh…made it up to me in other ways.”
And like the psychotic twins that they are, they both asked the same exact question at the same exact time. “Was he good?”
And because I don’t lie to my friends… “To quote Iz, ‘the best I’ve ever had and probably will ever have’.”
Before the girls could respond, Jill and Maria were walking over with their own bucket of beers. I stood up and waved. “Hey, ladies.”
Maria smiled. “Oh, hey.” She looked over at Quinn. “This was a great idea Quinn. We need some fun after working for Mr. Spillner all these years.”
Quinn laughed. “No shit.” She introduced Isabella. “This is our best friend, Isabella.” Izzy shook their hands as introductions were made.
“Oh, there’s Joe, Tony and Steve.” Jill waved them over our way. Since we were all co-workers, introductions were made once again for Izzy’s benefit and I had to hold in my laugh when the guys got a look at Iz. She was by far the hottest thing walking the streets of San Jose; simply beautiful.
“Okay, party people, we do shots of tequila, “Q announced. “So, before I make my way back over to the bar for another round, is there something else you guys prefer?”
Tony spoke for the group. “Tequila is fine.” He reached in his wallet and handed Q a hundred. “Use this to help cover the cost and add however many more buckets of beer.”
This time I let out a whoop. Tonight was already starting out on a good note. “So we need to know which of you lack shame and dignity,” I thumbed their attention to the DJ, “because my man Flip over there already has our list of karaoke songs on standby.”
Tony clapped Jill on her back. “No shame or dignity here. Jill and I are so on board to sing.”
Jill choked on her beer. “We are?”
“Yep, we are. And if you’re not on board yet, I’ll buy all of us enough tequila to change your minds.” He winked at her.
Quinn whistled for one of us. She didn’t care who, but she obviously needed help carrying over everything. Steve jumped up out his chair so quickly that I could already tell where his mind was headed. Seeing them walk back over together, I could see Quinn going for him. He was a nice looking guy.
Q and Steve placed the shots and beers all around the table and apparently Tony’s hundred was enough for two shots each and two more buckets of beer. Tony held up his first shot. “Okay, to ridding the office of those two poisonous parasites.” We all ‘here, here’d’ and even Isabella drank to the toast. She knew enough about Mr. Spillner to be happy for us that he was gone.
“Alright, alright ladies and gentlemen, it is music night tonight here at The Shack. Whether you want your music DJ style or of the karaoke variety, I am the man to deliver it to you.” The place was comfortably crowded, but our table was definitely the largest and loudest. We gave Flip, the Karaoke DJ, the clapping introduction he deserved. Quinn even let out a ‘Go Flip!’
“I’m going to start you fine people off by shaking your tail feather while you all make your way up here to put in your karaoke requests.” Immediately we could hear P. Diddy’s Shake Your Tail Feather bumping out of the surround sound speakers. Hip Hop was the best dance music ever!
Tony called me out. “So you guys going to go put in your requests?”
Quinn looked at him like he just spit in her face. “Excuse me, amateur, but Flip over there already has our requests.” She took up his challenge. “Does he have yours?”
He took his second shot of tequila and smiled at her. Damn, this dude was good looking too. Matter of fact, so was Joe. All three were seriously worth staring at. “I’m not scared,” he assured Q, and walked over to Flip to put in his song requests.
And because tequila is the true inhibitor of all common sense, Maria and Joe jumped up to follow Tony for their requests. I looked over at Jill. “No singing for you?”
She held up one finger to put me on hold and took her second shot. “One more of these and I’ll be down for whatever.”
We all laughed. This is what good times were supposed to be. Right now, as it stood, we didn’t have any boring people at our table. Everyone seemed to really be on board with having a fun and silly night. Quinn chose well when she recruited these five.
As Jill finished the final shot, Quinn went for another round. “Okay, when I get back, me and Iz are going to rock that stage.”
As Quinn vacated her seat, Steve moved over to sit next to me. “Avery, may I ask you something?”
I had a feeling I already knew what that something was. “Yeeeess?”
He looked towards Quinn’s retreating back. “Does Quinn have a boyfriend? Is she seeing anyone?”
I really wanted to tell him yes because I thought there was more to her and Chase than she was admitting, but the truth was, aside from some intense flirting on his part, they weren’t seeing each other. Bummer. “No, Steve. She’s currently single.”
His entire face lit up at that news. “Great. Thanks, Avery.”
Q made it back wit
h the shots. Q, Iz and I downed our fourth one and then Q and Izzy headed towards Flip while the rest of the group made their way back to our table.
“Why aren’t you going up with them?” Maria asked, already reaching for her shot.
“This is Quinn and Izzy’s karaoke kick off ritual. I’ll join in on the second act.” I bounced my eyebrows at the table. “Then it’s your turn bitches.”
“Uh, Avery?”
I turned to my right, giving Steve my attention. “Yes?”
“Does that teleprompter say what I think it says?”
I grabbed another beer, cracked it open and saluted Steve with it. “Ain’t nuthing but a gangsta party, Steve.”
Nicholas~
We snuck into The Shack and when I say ‘snuck in’, I mean we really snuck in. Chase couldn’t wrangle an invite from Quinn, and I figured if Avery had wanted me here, she would have extended an invitation when she informed me of her plans with the girls.
Aware of the fact that our company may be unwanted, we made our way to the end of the bar and hid-yes, hid-around the corner where the bar top came to an end.
The Shack was a cozy hangout spot and it wasn’t until I noticed the karaoke stage that I realized showing up uninvited was definitely not one of our best ideas. “Dude? You guys recognize those West Coast gangsta rappers up there?” I nodded my head towards the stage, as I presume a very drunk, Quinn and Isabella were thuggin’ it out as Tupac and Snoop Dog.
“Is Isabella crip walking?” Chase asked stunned. And, let me tell you, it took a lot to shock Chase.
I could only nod. “Looks like it.”
Julian ran his hands down his face, clearly at a loss. “So, I’m guessing that insanity up there is our future if we decide to keep on with these girls.” Julian signaled the bartender, clearly in need of a drink, since he had pretty much already decided to keep Isabella.
I searched for Avery and found her sitting at a table with a bunch of other people. I recognized Tony Adams as a finance analyst and that’s when it dawned on me they were partying with fellow co-workers.
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