Authors: Claire Adams
So
I was thinking, about that pizza, beer and Netflix thing, do you want to come
over some day this week?
I
would love for you to join me…
No, not that word. I would “like.” I went
ahead and scratched the whole email off. I had to tell him in person.
The day got more and more agonizing, as I
kept my eyes straight on the door, waiting for him to walk in, with increasing
disappointment. At five, I made a final glance, at this point assuming there
was no way he would show up at work, but I still couldn’t help but feel utterly
disappointed. I didn’t work on Tuesdays and waiting until Wednesday to see him
would be too unbearable. I started packing up as slowly as I physically could,
while everyone else began walking out of the office. What was I expecting? The
day was over, he wasn’t coming. And maybe I had something to do with it. Maybe
if I hadn’t pulled away the other day... Ugh. I didn’t owe him anything
physical.
But I wanted to so bad, so what was I even
fighting for? Right now I couldn’t think of a single reason why I wasn’t in
Zayden’s arms.
Trudging out of the office, I wondered if
I could skip some classes to come to work tomorrow. As soon as I got to my car,
however, I saw Zayden’s silver BMW pull in and my heart jumped. I stood there,
feeling completely paralyzed, and when he got out of the car I could barely
keep up with what I was doing.
I ran to him as fast as I could and
planted a kiss squarely on his lips. He stepped back for a second looking
completely startled and as Ned started driving away, he pulled me towards him
and kissed me. His hands were on my face and when his mouth began to part mine,
I forgot everything about the world. His tongue entered my mouth and started
exploring, and one of his hands were now on my back, almost lifting me up. I
tried to kiss him back with everything I had but it wasn’t enough, I wanted more,
I wanted every bit of him. His hand was now inside the back of my dress,
grabbing my ass firmly, and I felt like I could explode from that sensation
alone. It felt like an eternity when we finally broke apart, gasping for air.
“It’s nice to see you too, Aria,” he
grinned at me. I was still trying to remember how to breathe.
“I-” I tried to speak. I had never
realized how difficult that process could be. My eyes were still on his mouth.
“I wanted to thank you. About the payment. And about Kirk. And I wanted to-”
He cut me off with another electrifying
kiss. He tasted like expensive scotch, just like I had imagined; a little
smoky, and the faintest hint of sweet. When his mouth left mine and he
proceeded to kiss the side of my neck, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Let’s take this inside,” I heard myself
saying.
We were completely intertwined, yet
somehow we made it inside his office. He shoved me against the glass door and
continued exploring my neck with his warm tongue, making circles with kisses. I
was about to pass out already when he lifted my skirt and lightly brushed his
fingers against my pussy, and I let out a loud moan.
He broke apart. “Is everything okay?”
There was concern in his face.
“Huh?” Keep going. Just do whatever you
were doing, Zayden. Don’t stop. I wanted to convey that with my eyes.
“Everything is… perfect,” were the only words I could manage.
“Listen, Aria,” he said sincerely. “As
much as I want to rip apart that dress of yours and fuck you mindless, I have
to ask: are you sure about this?”
“You know what it looks like when I don’t
want it,” I said, boldly removing the top part of my dress, revealing a red
lacy bra. “This is obviously not it.”
“I know,” he said, his eyes now fixated on
my bra. “I know you want it right now. But you’re a fucking virgin and I don’t
do virgins normally. But I’m willing to taste your pussy.”
The way he said that made me want to jump
on him and straddle him until he felt the inside of what he liked to call my
pussy.
“I am not a virgin,” I told him. “I told you
that to scare you off.”
Those words were exactly what he needed to
hear because he proceeded to then actually rip off the rest of my dress off my
body and kiss me again, this time with full force, thrusting his tongue deep
inside my mouth. Then he picked me up and took me to the giant couch in office.
Taking his shirt off without his eyes leaving mine, he said, “As much as I want
to take you right now, you’ve made me wait too long, Aria Roberts. I am going
to make every minute count and torment you until you’re begging for my cock.”
Those were the most thrilling words I had
ever heard. I was already ready to beg and plead, but he didn’t need to know
that. I wanted to feel the torment he was promising.
When he threw his shirt on the floor, I
was surprised to find that his body was even more perfect than I had imagined.
Not bulky, but lean and muscular, with a perfect six-pack that I longed to
touch. I tried to reach out to do so when he grabbed my hand and shook his
head. “Not so easy.”
His eyes were burning with desire, as he
leaned down and began working on my neck again. This time his hands were
cupping my breasts over my bra and I was glad when I felt him unhook it and
throw it over my head. He then gently squeezed my bare nipple, and I felt a
storm bubble up inside me. His other hand was playing with my panties, not
quite touching the clit, but teasing me with flicks and brushes. Slowly, his
kisses started progressing downwards and before I knew it, his mouth was on my
breast, licking it softly with his tongue. The pressure increased ever so
slowly and it felt like forever before he was fully sucking it, leading me to
moan his name at the top of my lungs.
“You fucking like that, huh?” he breathed,
breaking off and looking at me with stern eyes. “How about this, then?”
He moved his mouth down my bare torso and
stopped right outside my panties. “Has anyone ever tasted your sweet pussy?”
I shook my head no. Was he about to? Oh my
god.
With one swift motion, my panties were
down to my ankles, revealing a part of me that no man had ever directly seen
before. I was glad I had gotten into the habit of shaving it off at a young
age, momentarily embarrassed about how it would look if I hadn’t.
I couldn’t control my crazy thoughts.
He licked his lips as he parted me and
rubbed his thumb against my clit. I felt like a volcano ready to erupt again
and when his mouth made contact, it was a burst of pleasure like I had never
felt before. I tried to focus on my breathing but it got increasingly difficult
as he sucked on my clit while licking the rest. When I felt his tongue enter, I
lost all control. A shiver ran through my whole body and I felt myself
contracting into a single bubble of pleasure that seemed to last forever.
“Zayden,” I managed to moan, but he didn’t stop sucking and licking until I
started shaking uncontrollably.
When he finally looked at me, I was barely
lucid. “Sweet. Just like I imagined.”
“Fuck me.” I could barely speak two words,
so those had to be it. “Please,” I managed to add.
I never thought I would have to beg a guy.
That was all the encouragement he needed.
He tugged down his pants, revealing a huge penis that was pointing firm in my
direction. I trembled with excitement over the thought of being filled up by
him completely. He approached me, and parted the lips of my pussy. At first he
just rubbed the tip of his penis over my clit, tormenting me with longing. He
took his free hand’s index finger and proceeded to wipe it between my pussy
lips. Then he licked each finger entirely. Looking straight into my eyes, he
said, “You are so fucking wet. How bad do you want this huge cock to fuck you?”
“Bad,” I spoke in barely a whisper, flames
erupting on my face.
“Say it, say you want me to fuck you with
my huge cock.”
Jesus.
“I want you to… fuck me… with your huge
cock.” Right now I would sign my own death warrant if he asked me to.
With both his hands over my breasts, he
thrust inside me with such force that I let out a tiny moan of pain. After a
few motions, the pain was almost entirely gone and replaced by the sensation of
his cock filling me up, faster and harder with every passing second. My body
was transformed into a volcano once again that in time would be ready to erupt.
I found myself matching his rhythm and fucked him back.
He let one of my breasts go and licked the
tips of his fingers before reaching down to my aching clitoris. His fingers
fiercely massaged it in circles causing my back to arch off the couch. I closed
my eyes, looking away from his face that was twisted in a grimace of craving.
His one hand tightened around my one breast.
“Watch me fuck you,” he groaned deeply.
I forced my eyes open and let my back fall
flat against the couch. I raised up on my elbows and watched him stroking my
clit and thrusting inside my aching core. His cock disappeared inside of me
over and over. My breathing picked up and when my eyes flickered up I noticed
his wasn’t any different. His taut chest and abs were pulled tight. With a body
like this he had to spent many hours in the gym every day.
He moved each hand to a different hip, but
thumbed my clitoris. As he pumped his cock inside at the fastest pace yet, I
arched my back once more to allow earth-shattering lightning to shoot through
my body.
“Ahh!” I moaned.
I pulled my knees together not wanting to
let go of the feeling. That restricted his cock, so he pressed my knees apart
ferociously, completely opening me up to him. He bent over, supporting himself
on his elbows. He grabbed a fist of my red hair and tugged my head back while
biting my lower lip. I took hold of his muscular ass and could feel it flex
under my fingertips with every thrust.
With one final hard thrust he pulled out
of me and stroked himself. He grunted louder and louder as his warm fluid
sprayed my belly. Then he collapsed on top of me, saying, “Oh God, Aria. Fuck.”
I gently slid my hands up his back,
mentally echoing his sentiments, but unable to voice anything at all. My
breathing was rapid as I pulled him tighter to my naked body. It was like I had
just survived an earthquake. The best earthquake there ever was.
We stayed plastered together and I
couldn’t help but hope that he would still fulfill the rest of the contract
after giving into him.
THE
BOSS #2
Chapter
1
Aria
This was my fifth attempt to pay attention
in class. The professor was babbling something about regression models, there
were numbers on the board, and I think I was in Statistics II. Maybe. Honestly,
I wouldn’t have noticed if I had walked into the wrong class right now; my mind
was far, far away from this classroom, in a whole other room altogether. All
the chatter, people talking in the hallways, the professor being obnoxious –
things that usually bothered me to no end – now sounded like a mildly pleasant
distraction coming from another dimension in space and time. It had been like
this all week. Nothing in the whole world could faze me.
I still couldn’t believe what had
happened. And how perfect it was. My mind once again drifted back to that night
in Zayden’s office one week ago.
Right after we had made love – no, no not
made love, done it, had sex, any other term for what had happened – we both
collapsed onto the couch, locked in an embrace. It felt like forever when we
were both able to function again, and the first thing he said was, “God dammit,
Aria, why did you lie?”
“Wow, you sure know how to flatter a woman
after sex,” I rolled my eyes.
He got up and looked at me with his head
resting on his elbow. There was real concern in his face. “I’m serious. Why did
you lie about your virginity?”
“What?” I snapped. “I wasn’t a virgin, and
it’s not like that stopped you from trying to get into my pants when you
thought I was! I’ve only had sex once and it lasted a whole minute. Why the
sudden concern? Did I really suck that bad?”
“It’s not like that,” he said, running his
index finger over the contours of my face. “I just… it would have gone
differently if I had known the truth. If I knew you were a virgin or even that
you had only been fucked once, I would have been more… gentle. I should have
known better, but I was overwhelmed with you. If I had just kept my head
straight, I would have gone much slower, done much better, made this better.
Hell, we weren’t even in a real bed! You will always have to remember your
first and second time being shitty.”
He looked angry with himself before he
finally added: “You’re a smart and young girl; so sorry it had to be this way.”
I gently caressed the stubble on his cheek
and said, “Believe me when I say this, it was perfect, Zayden. I had a great
time.” I looked down coyly for a few minutes. “The pleasure…” I finished in a
barely audible voice.
He laughed. “I love how bashful you get.
It’s really cute, considering the way I just fucked you.”
I looked away from him, trying not to
focus on the fact that he had used the word “love”. It wasn’t like he was
saying he loved me; this was the equivalent of saying he loves the taste of
ice-cream, yet I couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement.