Authors: Vanessa Devereaux
Chapter Three
She’d
never done this with a client before. Never been so brazen with a man before.
She wasn’t the sort of woman who had sex on the first date. Not even the second
or third one. However, there was something about Brady Walsh that made all her
past barriers and sensibilities go out the window. He was handsome, rich,
exciting, self-assured and, yes, there was something about him that made her
want to do a wild thing.
Practical
Jenna would have calmed the impulse and waited until she got to know him
better, much better, but this other Jenna didn’t want to play by her usual
rules. This time she was listening to her body and not her mind.
Her pussy need to be satisfied, period.
Jenna
was all fingers and thumbs when it came time to opening the office door. She
knew what was going to happen once they crossed its threshold. There’d be no
going back. The keys slipped through her hands and fell to the floor.
“Here
let me,” said Brady.
The
keys looked so miniscule in his hands as he scooped them up and placed the key
with the red top, back into the lock.
Click.
Brady
pushed the door open. “After you.”
Her
legs shook. Apprehension and self-doubt took over. She hadn’t been with a lot
of men. She guessed Brady had been with lots of women. What if she didn’t
excite him?
“Let’s
go through to my office,” she said, trying her best to push thoughts of why
this wasn’t a good idea out of her brain.
Her
office. The corner office. The one that was overly hot and got the afternoon
sun. The one that had been her father’s office. The one that would have been
David’s had he survived the attack all in one piece.
She
opted not to put the overhead lights on, but walked to her desk. Yes, she knew
the exact path and how many steps she needed to take to make it to the desk
without bumping into anything. She snapped on the green banker light, and
turned around. Brady had already taken off his coat.
Jenna
took off hers and laid it on her chair. They looked at one another and then he
took two large strides over to her. He pulled her into his body. His erection
stabbed at her belly as his lips found hers.
She’d
already guessed he’d be a great kisser, and she hadn’t been wrong. His mouth,
just like him, had a demanding way about it. Something about how his lips
meeting with hers and insisting, no demanding, that she open her mouth for him.
His tongue slipped over her lips, making itself at home like an invading
warrior who wanted to divide and conquer.
He
ran his hands up her back and then down on her butt, grinding himself into her
some more, and make her panties wet to the point of being uncomfortable. She
hoped he’d get her out of them very soon. Brady pulled his mouth away from her.
He looked her in the eye and wiped away a stray piece of hair that was stuck to
her cheek.
“You’re
so beautiful and sexy,” he whispered. Even his low voice was deep and had a
certain demanding nature about it.
No
one had called her beautiful before. Was it true, or did he say that to all the
women whose panties he was about to get into?
And
as for sexy. She tried to be that when she was in her twenties.
He
put his hands under her jacket and gently glided it over her shoulders and down
her arms.
“Sometimes
I like to undress my lover. Sometimes I like to them to undress for me.”
She
creamed just hearing him say that, and the tone of his voice made her legs
quiver. So alpha with a tinge of bossy.
The
jacket was off in no time. He turned around so the edge of her butt perched on
the side of the desk. The buttons on her blouse were the next to get his
attention.
Pop, pop, pop.
He opened them with
efficiency and haste, and soon her shirt sides were lying on either side of her
rib cage, exposing her bra.
He
kissed the top of her breasts and, put his hands behind her back.
Snap.
He’d undone her
bra. He pulled the straps forward, and she was topless.
Was
has staring at her boobs, or was he studying them? He put a hand over each one
and squeezed. Even as big as her breasts were, his hands barely covered them.
His soft skin grazed her nipples making them harden and want to be pampered.
Brady
rolled them, giving each one just a slight tug that made a gush of her juices
slide from her. Her panties were so saturated she doubted they could absorb
another ounce of liquid. He massaged her breasts, slowly inching downward to
her thighs.
“I
hate pantyhose. I’d make law that they should be banned.”
“They
keep my legs warm,” said Jenna. He lifted one of her legs up while reaching for
the scissors in the carousel on her desk.
Was
he about to do what she thought he was?
“I
like stockings and garters because they give this bear easy access to my
woman’s pussy.”
Had he just
referred to himself as a bear?
Now as she thought of it, he did remind
her of a big cuddly bear. He put the tip of the scissors close to her ankle
bone and made a little incision. Next, the coldness of the scissors made fits
way up her inner leg. The metal trailed her skin as he cut away the hose.
Snip, snip, snip.
He took the
pantyhose off her legs, holding up the shreds and letting them fall to the
ground. He unzipped her skirt and let it slide to the ground. All that stood between
them were her panties.
Jenna leaned back
against the table as Brady put his hands on top of her underwear.
Rip, rip, rip.
The
panties, like the pantyhose were in shreds.
“Don’t
worry, I’ll replace them. With sexier ones that are more to my liking.”
He
pushed her back, setting her butt on the very edge of the table. What would her
father think of her naked bottom being on his table? His daughter about to the
do the wild thing with a man, a client, she barely knew, and who thought of
himself as a bear.
Yeah,
a bear of all things. Something that her father hunted down and killed.
Brady
let his hands roam over her curls. He seemed so fascinated by them, almost like
he was exploring them. She was glad he wasn’t one of the guys who like a Brazilian,
because that wasn’t for her.
He
nudged her thighs apart while putting his nose in the air and groaning.
She’d
never heard a guy do that before. But this wasn’t just her average guy. Before
she knew it, his index finger was circling her hole and shortly after, his
middle digit dipped inside her while his thumb rested on her clit.
Was
he going to do the
double delight
, as
some her college friends had called it? Guys who did that got an automatic ten.
Jenna had never been fortunate enough to award any man a number that high.
She
felt conscious and almost silly as she waved her knees back and forth as he
pressed on her clit and used his middle finger to tickle her pussy wall, but it
just felt so good. It almost tickled, hence the leg flapping, as she leaned
back on the desk and let him go to work on her.
Jenna
squeezed her legs, trapping his arm as she came first in her clit, and then in
her pussy. He kissed her while his finger was still buried deep inside. She
dragged her lips over his. She hoped he had condoms because she didn’t.
Brady
stepped away. He took off his suit jacket and set it on the chair.
“You
have a beautiful pussy. It’s tight and hot and just how I like them.”
“Glad
to hear that,” said Jenna. She reached out for his belt and began to unbuckle
it, pulling it through the loop. His erection strained against his pants. She
couldn’t wait any longer. She needed a preview of what was to come. Jenna slipped
her hand down over his zipper and put her hand over his cock.
That
couldn’t be for real. No guy could be this big. She swallowed.
“Like
what you feel?” he asked, jarring her out of her thought.
“I
do.”
I’m just a little
scared it’s not going to fit.
He
unzipped his pants, grabbed her hand and pushed it into the slit of his boxers.
His dick pulsed against her palm. It was smooth and hot.
Brady
loosened his pants. She guessed he was going to take them off so she removed
her hand and in one easy maneuver, the pants and boxers were on the floor. Jenna
swallowed. She hadn’t been imagining things. He was very well blessed where it
mattered the most.
“Do
you have a condom?” she asked.
“Just
like in my business dealings, I’m always fully prepared.”
He
took out a foil package from his shirt pocket.
Did they even make condoms for guys this big?
She’d find out
shortly. Jenna undid the buttons on his shirt, pulling away the two sides to
reveal a muscular chest that she was almost tempted to lick.
“You
ready for some fun?” he asked.
“More
than ready.”
Jenna leaned back on the desk, not taking her gaze off him as he opened up the
package, took out the rubber, and sheathed himself without any trouble.
He
pushed her thighs apart, lifted his cock and circled it around her opening
three times before introducing the tip to her entrance. He gave a push and she
groaned. Not from pleasure this time but because she’d not been fucked in
forever.
“Just
relax that pussy for me,” he said, giving it another try, but still she put up
some resistance. It felt like she was a virgin all over again. How stupid was
that?
Brady
rubbed her back allowing his cock to sit at her entrance.
“Think
pleasant thoughts and how great this fuck’s going to be,” he whispered.
Before
she could respond, he’d jammed his cock all the way inside her.
Damn,
it hurt. And damn, there wasn’t an inch to spare. This was going to be like her
first time all over again.
“Hold
on tight,” said Brady.
She
wanted to tell him maybe she’d changed her mind, but as he start to thrust, her
pussy seemed to loosen up and it was already starting to feel pretty fantastic.
Brady
had powerful thighs and tight butt muscles. She put her hands on them.
“Open
up wider, baby. Because you are going on a ride.”
Jenna
wrapped her legs around him, letting him to push himself even deeper. His cock scraped
every part of her pussy while her breasts rubbed against this chest. They
kissed and fucked at the same time. Then he stopped thrusting, but she could
still feel his cock pulsing inside her.
“How
are you…?”
She
couldn’t say anything else because she’d just had a climax. She had right?
Never had one quite like that. His cock beat faster inside her. One climax,
two, three, four, five…
“Oh
my God, this isn’t for…”
She
flopped backwards, falling down on her desk, her father’s desk, as Brady smiled
over her, standing still, but letting is cock do all the work.
She
flapped her arms about, seeing all the folders and books fly in different
directions. Her nails scarred the wood finish as she dragged them over it. He
began thrusting again, harder than was humanely possible.
She
groaned, moaned, groaned and moaned again because it was all one big long
orgasm. Her body shook. She was sure she was drooling, having a fit maybe. She
slapped her arms out to the side, knocking the photo of her and her father onto
the ground. The sound of glass shattering mixed with her groans.
Jenna
glanced at Brady, he was covered in sweat and it looked almost like his blue
eyes had turned brown. He panted and groaned and then even through the condom,
she felt his release.
She
sat up.
“That
was pretty fantastic,” he said.
Jenna
couldn’t agree more.
Chapter Four
Brady
took off his pants and hopped into the shower. Despite the snow and cold, he’d
been hot and sweaty on the ride home.
He’d
fucked his first human and he’d liked it. Liked it a lot. Brady put his face
under the stream of water. He felt like running as his bear half, but he had a
business call to make and where the customer was located it was already mid-day.
He’d run first thing in the morning.
Brady
took the soap down from the shelf, lathered it and made circles over his body.
He had decided one thing tonight, he hated condoms. Nothing like cock and pussy
getting together, and nothing getting in each other’s way. One of the downsides
to having sex with humans.
Jenna
clearly had a good time, too, and when they’d parted out in the parking lot,
there had been a strong indication that tonight’s fun wouldn’t be a one and
only event.
While
he definitely wasn’t in the market for a girlfriend or a relationship, and yes,
he was a traditional shifter which meant when he did finally tie the knot,
when
being the key word, it would have
to be to a fellow shifter.
He
turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and began to dry off.
Sure
lots of other shifters were now marrying outside their species. Not that he
condemned them in any way. That was their business and their life. But he
couldn’t see himself spending the rest of his life with a human as a mate. Far
too complicated.
Figuring out how to
tell her he was part bear. Yeah, way too complicated and he liked things
simple.
Brady
glanced in the mirror. He was red in the face. Had been since he’d had sex.
That pussy of hers had worn him out. So tight and so luscious. Maybe he’d taste
it next time.
His
cock came to life again.
“Down
boy. You’ve had enough for one night.”
****
Jenna sat on her office chair and then rose again. Her pussy was sore. It been
stretched to the max. It had, however, had the best time of its entire life.
She shook her head. She was beginning to think
about her pussy being separate from the rest of her. Having a life and
existence all its own. The files she’d knocked to the ground during her
numerous orgasms still sat on the carpet around the desk. She hadn’t been in
the right state of mind to stop and pick them up after they’d done the wild
thing. She’d wanted to get home and reflect upon what she’d done. Jenna had
felt guilty at first, but then realized she had nothing to feel regretful
about. Life was short. She knew better than anyone. She had to indulge in
things like she and Brady had, whenever she could.
Jenna
grimaced as she got down on her hands and knees and began to gather the
scattered papers. The broken picture frame. She’d have to buy a new one. Hopefully
the photo wasn’t damaged and she could just slip it into the replacement one.
“What
happened here?” Kym stood in the doorway.
“I
opened the window and a gust of wind took everything off the desk,” said Jenna.
Wow,
she’d thought of that in record time. Kym might wonder what she was doing
opening a window at this time of the year, but luckily she didn’t.
“You
need some help?” asked Kym.
“No,
that’s fine.”
“At
least let me get a garbage bag for that broken glass. Be careful not to cut
yourself.”
Jenna
stood and put the files back on her desk. It might take her the good part of
the morning to get everything resorted and papers back in their correct files.
Kym returned with the bag and held it open as Jenna carefully placed the shards
inside.
“Jenna,
your dad’s desk. It’s got some deep scratches on it.”
“Oh
yeah, I think that happened when Dad had one of his hunting trophies sitting on
it. That’s why I keep it covered most of the time.”
Even
for a lawyer the twisted truths rolled far too easily off her tongue.
Jenna
put the last of the folders on the desk. They weren’t especially heavy, but one
of the desk legs gave way and the desk fell to one side.
“Holy
cannoli, that wind must have been gale force,” said Kym.
Did she guess what
I did on top of it? Is she playing along and messing with me?
“You
want me to call a carpenter?” asked Kym.
“No,
that’s fine. I can do it.” Jenna sat down and grimaced again.
“You
okay?”
“I’m
fine. I think I have hemorrhoids so I might sit on a cushion for the rest of
the day.”
****
At
lunchtime Brady thought about calling Jenna but stopped himself. If he did that
then it would seem like they were dating. He was, however, curious if she got
his gift. No, not a romantic gesture, but replacement underwear for the ones
he’d ruined.
Well,
not exact replacements. He’d gone ahead and purchased something much better. At
least from his point of view. A touch selfish, but that’s sometimes what he had
to be.
He
tapped his fingers on his desk. He’d also had an invitation placed inside the
delivery.
It
wasn’t exactly asking her out, but it made perfect sense. She’d be attending
Ash and Chloe’s adoption party for Sophie, and he would be, too. It seemed
logical for them to ride together.
He
picked up his phone, itching to call her to see if she’d accept his invitation.
No, he wouldn’t do it. He’d learned at least one thing in business. When he
wanted someone to do something, it was in his best interest to make him or her come
to him, and not the other way around.
****
“This
just arrived for you,” said Kym, carrying in a box wrapped in floral paper.
“Have we missed your birthday or something?”
“Nope,
already had one of those this year.”
“There’s
a card on the top.”
Kym
placed it on Jenna’s desk which was propped up with two telephone directories.
Intrigued,
Jenna slid the card out from under the fold of the paper. Her name was written
on it, but she didn’t recognize the penmanship.
Kym
stood in the doorway. “Secret admirer?” she asked.
Jenna
opened the envelope and read the card inside.
Jenna, I’m a man
of my word. I said I’d buy you new underwear to compensate you for the ones I
ripped. Hope you like these, because I certainly do.
In fact, I’d like
to extend the invitation to accompany me to Sophie’s adoption party this
weekend and would be happy for you to wear some of the items you’ll find in
this box-B.
She
didn’t want Kym to see what was in the box, so she thought of some way to get
her out of the room.
“Now
I remember.
I ordered some new law books
and they’ve finally arrived.”
“Really?
The box felt so light when I carried it in. A private courier delivered it.”
“Yeah,
card says this is them.”
“Guess
there’s nothing really exciting to see then,” she said and walked away.
Jenna
got up, grimacing again as she did so, and walked to the door and closed it.
She
was curious what Brady had picked for her. Yesterday she hadn’t worn her
fanciest of undies because she hadn’t expected or planned for her to do the
wild thing with her client.
Jenna
tore the paper off the box and opened it. There sat three pairs of black lace
panties together with fishnet stockings and a red garter belt. She’d never worn
stockings or a garter belt before. She fingered them, and then lifted them up
and held them to her body.
They
looked like they were going to be the perfect fit. He had a good eye for sizes.
Guess he’d taken a good look at her body. It had all happened so quickly that she
couldn’t believe he’d had chance to.
So
he wanted her to wear them and accompany him to the party? She was going anyway,
so she supposed it wouldn’t hurt. She could hardly tell herself not to mix
business with pleasure after what had happened the night before. With pleasure
being the key word.
Jenna
glanced at the desk. She sat and fingered the undies as she picked up her phone
and dialed his number.
Two
rings and then…
“Brady
Walsh speaking.”
“Hi
B, it’s J.”
He
laughed. “I take it you received my token of apology for ripping those panties
of yours.”
“These
are quite beautiful,” she said, fingering them again.
“Glad
you like them.”
“And yes, you can be my escort for the party.”
“Great.
How about I come by and pick you up around six thirty? You’ll have to tell me
where you live.”
“It’s
598 Butterfield Lane.”
“I
should be able to find that. And will you be wearing your gift?”
“I
haven’t decided yet.”
“I’m not the sort of man who likes to be disappointed.”
“No,
but the weather forecast says cold and snow Saturday night.”
“I’ve
got ways to keep you warm.”
“I’m
sure you do.”
He
laughed again. “I have to go because I have another meeting in Missoula, but
I’ll see you Saturday night.”
Jenna
put the phone down, wondering what he did in Missoula to go there so often.