by Hamel, B. B.
If we stay together, we might be able to avoid that, or at least defend against it.
God damn. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
But it doesn’t matter, because it’s happening now.
I kiss Taylor, hand in her hair. I grip it tight and push everything out of my mind.
There’s only here, this moment, Taylor’s lips against mine.
I kiss her slow and deep and let my tongue taste her. I linger there, lips pressed tight, hand in her hair. I feel her breathing, moaning softly as my other hand moves down to her blouse, fingers running over her chest.
I pull her over on top of me. She straddles me easily. I pull her shirt off, watching as her beautiful hair spills down around her shoulders in little cascading waves. I kiss her neck and chest as I unhook her bra. She arches her back and lets it slide off as I cup her breasts, teasing them with my mouth and lips.
“Maybe I’m being selfish,” I whisper as I kiss her neck, my hands in her hair, on the smooth skin of her back.
“How?”
“Wanting you to stay with me.”
“I think you are being selfish.”
“I want you here so that I can have you whenever I want you.”
“I know. That’s all you think about.”
I chuckle softly. “That’s true though. Maybe you’re joking, but it’s true. All I think about is your body under mine, your pussy dripping wet on my tongue, your cries of pleasure driving me absolutely wild. I don’t know if you can even understand how much I want you, Taylor.”
“I think I feel the same way,” she whispers.
I smirk and bite her lower lip. “Are you always wet for me, sweet? Are you always thinking about me?”
“Yes,” she groans as I tongue her nipples, getting them nice and hard.
I reach one hand between her legs, the other in her hair.
“Are you dripping for me right now? I think you are, darling. I think you really are always ready for me to plunge my thick cock inside of your tight little cunt. God, you’re a tight, gorgeous thing, aren’t you? Nice and sweet for me.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I tease her over her pants before biting her lip again. I roll her over, down onto her back. I unbutton her pants and pull them off, tossing them aside. She looks up at me with these eyes that drive me wild, begging and pleading for me to touch her.
So I give her what she wants. I kiss her lips and find her pussy with my fingers and yes, yes, she’s honey wet for me, I knew she would be. I slide her panties aside and trace a finger top to bottom, pulling her wet along my tips until I find her clit. I roll my fingers around it, making her back arch, her hips wiggle. She moans into my kiss and I plunge my fingers inside of her, sliding them so easily.
“When you’re dripping like this, I know what you really love,” I whisper in her ear.
“What’s that?” she asks.
“You love it when I touch your body. You love it when I lick your skin and make you moan. You love it when I drive you wild, don’t you, sweet?”
“Yes,” she groans.
“You’re going to stay with me and I’m going to keep you safe. But I’m also going to keep you happy. Because when I get what I want… I’m also giving you what you need.”
“Oh, god,” she moans as my fingers plunge deeper. I pull them back out and tease her clit, making her body roll and work. I bite her lip and rub her clit faster. She groans, low and throaty and full of pleasure.
I’m rock hard, my heart pumping. She leans forward, forcing me back. I lean on my hands as she opens my jeans. I stand and let her tug them down, sitting and facing me, until I’m wearing only my shirt.
She takes my cock in her hand, between her lips. It’s like heaven, warm and wet, as her tongue traces along my skin. She takes me into her mouth and sucks me, nice and slow, looking up into my eyes.
I grab her hair tight and watch as she does her work. Fuck, it’s perfect, her beautiful breasts shaking as she sucks me, licking top to bottom. I love the arch of her back, the way her muscles tense as she works, and the way she looks up at me. Her gorgeous eyes tear into mine as she takes my cock as deep into her mouth as she can.
She gags and sucks me faster, body shaking. I reach down, tease her breasts, taking a nipple between my fingers. She groans and sucks me faster. I grab her hair tight, push her down, feel my cock slide into her throat. She gags again, sucks faster again, keeps going.
My cock’s dripping wet from her spit. I growl as pleasure works its way into my system, forcing out any other thoughts. I’m becoming an animal, just the way I like it.
She sucks faster, faster, and I know I can’t take it anymore. I pull back, grabbing her hair, pulling her up. I turn her around and get her knees up on the couch, her hands on the arm. I half-kneel behind her, spanking her ass. I love the slap it makes and the way her perfect porcelain skin turns pink.
I spank her again and again. I grab her hair and growl in her ear as my fingers plunge into her pussy. “Please, sweet,” I whisper. “That’s what you need. Pleasure and more pleasure. You dirty girl. You darling girl.”
She moans, working her hips, pushing back against my fingers. I hold her tight, plunging them in and out, making her gasp. I love the way her body tightens, tenses. I can tell she’s getting closer and closer, groaning the whole way.
I need it, need her to come for me, but I can’t wait.
I slap her ass again and tease her cunt with the tip of my cock before sliding myself deep inside.
She lets out this soft gasp of pleasure that makes my blood boil. All other thoughts leave my mind completely as her tight cunt wraps itself around my cock and sends a sharp thrill through my body.
I growl, leaning over her, burying myself deeper. I grab her hair and press my lips against her ear. “You feel perfect,” I whisper. “You feel like a dream, sweet. I love sliding myself deep between your legs. You take me so easily, you’re so wet.”
“Oh, god, yes,” she groans in response. “I love feeling you inside of me.”
I push deeper until I’m buried to the hilt. I move my hips, making her groan, as my other hand reaches around and teases her clit. She’s so wet, practically dripping down onto the couch. I wish I could catch it with my tongue. I wish I could touch every inch of her at once.
Slowly, I start to move back. I slide all the way before plunging in again, pushing hard. She gasps and I slap her ass. I’m teasing her at first, taking my time, letting her really feel it. I want her to know that I’m buried between her legs, I want her to pant and beg my name. I let loose a growl as I grip her ample hips and thrust again, filling her completely.
“Oh, god, yes, Baker,” she groans. “That feels so good. I love when you push yourself deeper.”
I go further, thrusting a little faster. I tease her clit before slapping her ass again. She bucks back, moaning, head thrown up. I grab her hair and ride her, fucking her faster now, letting her ass slap against me in a rhythmic beat.
She grunts, groaning, working her back. Her muscles are tense and tight. I growl and fuck her harder, taking her rough, taking her entirely.
This is what I need. She gasps, wiggling against me. I moan my pleasure, grab her hair, hold it tight. I pull her back and feel her skin tight against mine, my other hand teasing her breasts, taking her nipples between my fingers.
“Fuck, I love to make you swear,” I whisper. “I love making you work. Can you work for it, sweet? Can you take what you want?”
“Please,” she moans. “Don’t make me work too hard.”
I smirk and pull back. I drag her into my lap, pushing her back against my hard cock. Her shoulders tense as she feels me between her legs again but slowly, god, so slowly, she bucks back and slides down my shaft.
I hold her hair in my fist and kiss her as she starts to ride. “You don’t get off so easy,” I whisper. “You think I’m going to give you everything you want all at once? You need to earn it, sweet.”
“Shit,�
�� she whispers. “You’re an asshole.”
“Maybe.” I grab her ass then slap it. “But you like that, you filthy girl.”
“I don’t like assholes.”
I thrust inside her. She gasps and groans, wiggling her hips, burying me deeper.
“Damn right you do,” I growl. I grab her hair tight and kiss her, biting her lip. “You like it rough, dirty, filthy. You want to sweat, you want to work. Pretend like you’re some nice little princess all you want, but deep down we both know you’re a dirty, filthy girl begging to get fucked and filled and taken.”
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice a groan. “Oh, god, yes.”
I thrust inside of her before she starts to take over. She rides me and I enjoy the show, watching her hips move, feeling her tight cunt slick and slide up and down my shaft. God, I love burying myself inside of her, filling her up to the very brim, making her overflow with me.
I grab her hair and she rides me faster. I lick her nipples, suck them softly, tease her breasts, slap her ass. I spank her hard, enough to leave more marks. I want her limping tomorrow thinking about my cock between her legs. I want her to know what I can do, that I can take care of her.
She groans and moves faster. Her breasts bounce with every thrust and she gyrates her hips like a professional dancer. I love it, love watching her work. I want her to start sweating, start panting. She’s already halfway there, moaning and gasping like she’s running a marathon.
It drives me wild. I grab her and pull her off, not able to help it. I turn her over again, ass up in the air, and I take her rough. I take her the way I need it, cock buried between her legs. She groans as I fuck her rough, filling her full, thrusting deeper and deeper. Her breasts shake with every hard stroke and I can barely control myself.
I grab her hair, pull it tight, cock buried inside her. She’s groaning and yes, yes, now she’s sweating. I lick her skin and taste it before growling at her. “Look at you,” I say. “Filthy. Dirty. You drive me wild.”
She pulls forward and turns around, facing me, legs spread. She’s flushed and beautiful, her pussy inviting, ready. I move between her legs and she wraps them around my hips as I pin her hands up above her head. She stares into my eyes as I slide my cock deep inside.
“Shit,” she whispers and that one word drives me insane. I fuck her, feeling her breasts shake against my chest. I keep her pinned there as I bite her lip. I want to make her beg and plead but I need it, need to fuck her, need to taste her.
I fill her up and thrust, unrelenting. She’s moaning, panting, whispering my name. “Oh my god, that feels good, Baker,” she groans. “Keep going. Please keep going.”
“You want to come for me, don’t you?” I growl in her ear. “You want to come on this big cock and let the world disappear.”
“God, yes,” she says. “Please yes, please yes, please, Baker.”
I keep fucking her, filling her, taking her. I thrust and thrust, making her all mine. Her hands pinned above her head, her breasts shaking, her mouth open, her moans coming loud and full, and god, yes, I’m going insane with it, with every slick thrust, with every soaking taste.
I can barely hold back anymore. She’s right on the brink, dancing right on that edge and I know I have to tip her over. I tighten my grip on her hands and fuck her faster, thrusting deep and hard, unrelenting and controlled. I’m an animal and I can’t be sated, not before I get her deep to where she’s going.
She gasps and bites my lip. “Yes,” she says. “Yes, yes, yes,” like a chant, like a prayer.
I keep going, we’re moving as one now. Together we’re grinding and fucking and forgetting everything else. Right here, in this room, we’re making the good mistakes, the best mistakes. We’re making ourselves feel perfect.
She comes in a bloom of red skin and moans. She whispers my name again and again and I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I fuck her faster, harder, making her body tremble with the orgasm as it tears through her.
There’s nothing more beautiful in the world than her face as she comes, and I can’t hold back anymore. I fill her up, my own orgasm bursting through me like a hurricane. I come hard, exploding deep into her pussy. She rolls her hips and wants every single drop, and I give it all to her, all of it.
We finish in a tangle of sweaty limbs and hard breathing. She holds me tight, head on my chest.
“Oh, shit,” she whispers.
“Yeah,” I grin.
We stay like that, holding each other, everything else forgotten.
This is the real bliss. The moments we can be together without anything else intruding is absolute perfection. That’s what I want always, just quiet, just together. I know it doesn’t last, but I try to cling on to it as tightly as I can, afraid it’ll slip away forever.
When we’re finally recovered, we take a shower together. We wash each other, forgetting about the day. I clean her and she cleans me, just touching, just kissing, nothing more. When we’re done, we end up in bed, covers wrapped tight around our bodies.
“I don’t know if I can sleep,” she admits.
“That’s okay. I’ll stay up with you.”
She sighs, stretches. “You don’t have to. You have work tomorrow.”
“We both have work.” I watch her with a smile. She’s so lovely, so pure.
“Still. Just go to sleep. I’ll be here.”
I take her hand in mine and hold it. “That’s okay. I can’t sleep with you wearing nearly nothing, anyway.”
She blushes and looks down at herself. She’s wearing a pair of panties and an old t-shirt from my suitcase. She looks perfect.
“You can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Not with you, I can’t.”
I kiss her and wrap my arms around her.
I’m going to make her feel safe, no matter what it takes.
I hold her like that until she stirs against me, and she’s right, we’re not getting any sleep tonight.
15
Taylor
The next morning, we go through my things as carefully as we can.
“Are you sure nothing’s missing?”
I shake my head. “I’m pretty sure. I mean, nothing important is gone.”
“Phone? Wallet?”
“Both here.”
He chews on that for a second. “Okay. So nothing important was taken and your room key is still around. That means whoever came in here got in some other way.”
“Does it matter?” I ask him. “I mean, someone still got in.”
He sighs. “You’re right. Come on, let’s get your stuff.”
I watch him for a second as he starts to clean up the mess and pack my bag. I wonder what I’m doing, why I’m going through all of this.
It’s just a job…
But I know it’s more than a job now.
I stoop down to help him and he smiles at me. I feel a thrill in my stomach and it’s hard to describe, much less ignore.
We get my bags packed and moved over to his room not long later.
“What makes you think we’ll be safer in here?” I ask him.
“I’ll be here.”
“They could still break in,” I point out.
He just shrugs. “Better to be together at least.”
I decide not to argue the point.
Me: Someone broke into my room last night.
Lisa: What? Are you okay??
Me: I’m fine. They just went through my stuff. Didn’t even steal anything.
Lisa: OMG. That’s so creepy. Like seriously, SO creepy. Think it was some weirdo trying to get some panties? Is your underwear missing??
Me: Don’t be gross. You’re making it worse.
Lisa: Okay, okay, sorry. Did you go to the police?
Me: No. I’m staying with Baker now though……
Lisa: ooooooooooooooooh I get it.
Me: What??
Lisa: You staged it so you could sleep in the same room as your hot boss.
Me: I don’t think I need
to stage anything if I want to sleep in his room…….
Lisa: I knew you’d bang. I knew it!!
Me: I mean, I basically told you that already.
Lisa: But I knew it first!!
The next day is similar to the one before. We eat breakfast and the whole group gets together for a little motivational speech by the corporate retreat company. I’m only half listening, but it’s about personal responsibility and working as a team and yeah, I don’t care.
I’m too busy looking around at everyone, searching for Carol. But weirdly enough, she’s gone.
“Have you seen Carol?” I whisper to Baker.
He shakes his head, frowning, but doesn’t say anything.
After the speech, we’re broken up into groups and we go through a few more trust exercises. It’s tedious and frustrating, but it only lasts half the day. I’m practically itching to find Carol but she never shows up to the morning session at all.
When it’s over, everyone gets the rest of the day off.
“Don’t get too drunk!” Baker calls out to general laughter.
I linger on the edge of the room, watching people filter out. I can’t help but wonder if anyone of them were involved with someone breaking into my room, but it’s insane. I feel a little unhinged, although who could blame me?
Something weird is going on.
Baker finds me not long later. “What are you plans for the afternoon?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Not sure. You?”
“I have to have lunch with the other managers and do the whole CEO thing. But I want to see you later.”
“Dinner?”
He nods and quickly squeezes my hand. It’s a risky gesture but I appreciate it.
“See you at the room,” he whispers and heads off, a smile plastered onto his face again.
I watch him go, a little dread in the pit of my stomach.
Once he’s swallowed up by a group of our coworkers, I wander out into the lobby. I’m not sure what to do, so I just let myself drift a little bit until I end up outside.