Rub Me The Wrong Way (Erotic Shorts Book 2) (3 page)

“Try. Again.”

“I...I…I...don't remember what the question was.”

Klous' strong hands paw at the sting, soothing it. The gesture just turns me on more. “Do you want them out?”

In a breathless whisper I answer, “Yes.”

A pleased hum leaves him before he drags his fingertips over the area that's been receiving punishment. There's a familiar ache between my thighs from the sensation that's spinning me around agony and euphoria. Holy shit. I'm gonna come without being touched.

“No matter what happens, love, do not let those balls out.”

Confused, I quickly ask, “What's-”

He delivers another pop. “Do. Not. Let those balls out. Understand?”

“But-”

The next blow causes a deep moan I try to bury in my throat. “Yes!”

“Good,” he says seconds before a slick thumb is pushed between my ass cheeks.

Helplessly I cry out at the invasion against the tight hole. My muscles naturally clutch around the balls tighter naturally wanting to force the intruder out but can't risk losing the toy inside either. Delicious misery.

“Do not come before my cock is inside of you.”

Through a frustrated groan I grumble, “You're bossy.”

Expecting to receive another pop on the ass, I'm surprised when his thumb pushes deeper into me while his lips land next to my ear. “And you're submitting.”

Before I can muster up a witty response, he pushes inside me further, the fullness too much. God this is all too much. Slowly he drags his thumb out only to immediately reinsert it in further, my entire body tensing.

“Relax, love.”

In short breaths I reply, “I. Can't.”

“Why?”

“I'm-”

His thumb sinks in further.

Losing the train of thought I had, I whimper, “Klous...”

“Answer me.”

“I-”

The repeated motion has me wiggling until a hand lands firmly on my back pinning me in place. “Answer me.”

“I'm...I...”

Klous roughly begins pumping his finger. “Answer. Me.”

A deep moan comes from me. “Oh, my God.” Not the type to beg but not sure I can handle any more of the pressure of double filling me, I complain, “Because you're not inside me.”

“Is that what you want?”

Feeling powerless, I plead, “Yes please.”

“How bad?”

Annoyed he's now toying with me like some sort of predator in the wild, I snip, “Not that bad.” Roughly he pushes his thumb so it's completely inside. Uncomfortably overwhelmed by the stimulation, I recant instantly. “So bad. Oh God...please...”

“Please what?”

“Please let me come...”

Klous' thumb removes itself and for a brief moment, I feel sanity hitting my senses. “On your knees and open wide.”

Obeying the instructions, I position myself while listening to the way the room echoes with sounds of him removing his shoes. His pants. The condom wrapper being ripped. My bottom lip slips between my teeth to fight the desire to demand him to move faster.

The moment his hands glide up my thighs, I shudder, closing my eyes again. Very lightly a thumb strokes my clit. “Now, remember...only come on my cock, love.”

Mentally I chant, like The Little Engine That Can't Come. I think I can, I think I can. Klous' hand lightly tugs on the string freeing a ball from its prison. A loud moan seeps out of me. Not certain I can hold my orgasm back during the process, I squeeze my eyes tighter. I think I can...I think...holy hell this has to end soon. Klous lightly tugs again, another ball free, another moan bouncing around the room.

“You ready for me, Astin?”

Desperately I reply, “Fuck yes.”

He removes the last ball and swiftly replaces it with his cock. There's only a single pump inside before my pussy is trying to absorb him while I shatter to a million pieces. In a cocky tone he states, “Good girl.”

While my muscles do their best to survive the forceful pounding, I claw at the table, desperate to anchor myself down. Klous' cock pushes inside me clearly declaring that he is in charge. That I am at his mercy. God, have mercy. The sharp thrusts are in sync with the harsh breaths leaving him. There's something about knowing he's craving to consume me as much as I'm craving to be consumed that lights the orgasm fire faster. With one hand he grips my hip tighter and uses the other to deliver a spank to my ass.

“I want another, Astin.”

Pushing my hips back so my pussy bounces on his cock, I playfully snap. “Greedy.”

I receive the swat I was hoping for. Klous pops my ass cheek once. Gives it a rough grip. Hits it again. The combination of pain being barebacked by pleasure has me mewling to the point I'm pretty sure I've lost all other ways to communicate.

“Come for me, love.” He demands as he alternates between bouncing me and popping me on the ass. My pussy prepares to oblige by clamping down in an attempt to keep his cock inside. The heated mix of groans and grumbles pouring out of him feel like they are submerging me in an ocean of ecstasy. Klous gives me one more precise pop and unleashes the flood gates of the second orgasm that washes over me so hard, my arms give out. Incapable of crying out anything more than his name, I continue to ride the wave of the orgasm that sucks and sucks the life out of me before finally sucking one out of him.

Hearing him roar, “Astin” ignites the desire to wish he was filling me instead of his condom. After a short pause, he slips out of me, allowing me to feel emptiness in my body for the first time in almost an hour.

Exhausted I collapse completely on the table.

A pleased chuckle leaves him. “Feel better.”

“With your magic fingers? Always.”

He laughs a little louder this time. A little more full of life. I fucking love it. Shit. No I don't. I didn't say that.

“So,” he starts, his voice much closer than it was a moment ago. I open my eyes to see his beautiful green ones staring from a squatted position. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

“Tell me.”

Klous cocks a grin. “So fucking beautiful, love.”

I smile softly.

“Dinner?”

Uncomfortable by the question I shift my sore body. “Um...I kind of have an early morning tomorrow.”

“Still have to eat, right?”

I try again, “Not hungry?”

The hurt look in his eyes is unmistakable. “Answer me this, Astin. Are you actually not hungry or are you looking for an excuse not to see me outside of these four walls?”

Hating the way the truth burns on my tongue, I remain silent.

Without waiting for a reply he nods. “That's what I thought.” I watch Klous rise to his feet and slide his pants back on. “Look, Astin. Don't get me wrong. I've enjoyed this past week with you. Every...single...minute...but we can't keep doing this here.”

“So you wanna do it at my apartment?”

“I wanna do it everywhere. Anywhere. All the time.” I smirk until a defeated sigh escapes him. “My point is, Astin, besides the fact this keeps risking my job, it's not enough. I want more of you.”

“I'm not sure I have time for more.”

“Not sure you have time for more or unsure you want to have time for more?”

Very displeased with his change of tone as well as the valid points he keeps making, I force myself to muster up the energy to sit up.

“It's fine. I'm a patient man.” He insists before pulling his work shirt back on. “Please get dressed, Miss Anderson, while I retrieve you something cool to drink.”

Klous' abrupt exit leaves me feeling cold and uncomfortable. Neither of those from the fact I'm naked.

Tuesday

After spending the morning denying new marketing ideas that felt like porn ad suggestions rather than book suggestions, I shut myself away in my office. Unfortunately Klous didn't say much more before I left. For some reason, the fact that he was saddened by my declining his dinner invitation hurt more than if he would've been pissed. Why did I deny it? I was pissed as shit not hearing from him all weekend then shut him down when it's clear he's interested like I had been hoping. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I acting like those stupid heroines in the books I help get published?

Hope's joyful face appears around my office door. “You okay?”

I clear my throat. “I'm fine. Why?”

“I knocked like three times and you didn't answer.”

Shit. Have I been this distracted all day?

“And at the meeting I swear you missed Jill's entire presentation.”

So that's a yes.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay.” She shrugs. “I'm going to grab you lunch. Pizza?”

Suspicious I lift my eyebrows. “You only offer pizza when there's a phone call I'm about to take that I don't want to.”

“Your sister's on line one.” No wonder she gave up on the other topic so easily. She knew a deadly one was about to occur. Smugly she smirks. “Be back shortly.”

Annoyed, I pick up my work phone, leaning back in my chair. “Afternoon, Angela. Engagement decorations on fire?”

She gasps before shrieking, “How could you curse me like that?”

“It was a joke.”

“That's not funny!”

“Sorry.” I quickly apologize and wake up my computer.

“You should be.”

Not in the mood to fight with my sister, I try to move the conversation along. “What'd you need?”

“About your date to my party-”

In disbelief I snap, “Really? You called in the middle of the work day to ask me about my non-existent date to your engagement party?”

“You weren't busy were you?”

There's no reason this should surprise me. The world has always revolved around her. Sometimes I wonder if that's why I was so determined to make it to the top of the food chain. It's the only way the world could revolve around me for a moment.

“Apparently not,” I mumble. “No. I don't have a date yet.”

“Astin-”

“Look, things have been really busy at work-”

“They're always really busy.”

I bite my tongue. It's a pathetic excuse yes. But still a good one.

“Do you even know people of the opposite sex who don't end up on the covers of those books?”

“Don't sneer your nose at what I do, especially since they're always your favorite Christmas presents.”

Angela stutters briefly. “I'm…I'm not saying that I don't enjoy them. I'm simply asking do you know men outside of work?”

Klous' delicious naked body flickers in my mind. “A couple.”

“Are they married?”

“One...isn't.” On a sigh, I start scrolling down my emails, trying to ignore the ones from Dani. “Let me ask you something, Angela.”

“No. You can't hire an escort as a date to my party.”

I hate my sister. “Ha-ha.”

“Not funny when someone messes with your emotions is it?”

“Are you done?”

She briefly pauses and then sighs. “I'm listening.”

“There's this guy who is very interested in me-”

“Is he fictional?”

That's not funny either. Pushing past the snide remark I snap, “But...I don't know. I...haven't taken him up on his offer.”

“Why? Is he ugly?”

“God no. He looks like something that should be used as a blue print to create the rest of the male population.”

“Is he broke?”

“Great job. Believe his family even has a little bit of money.”

“Is he an asshole?”

The flower from the other day, I had Hope put in a vase, catches my attention. “Not at all.”

“Then stop being stupid and go out with him.” I shut my eyes. “Look, Astin, I know you've got this whole holier than thou, woman in charge, bullshit complex. But face it. You're lonely.”

“I'm not-”

“And probably horny.”

“Definitely not that-”

“More importantly, just do something that's outside of work! Remember that there's a big world on the other side of printing pages. Go out with him.”

“He asked and I already told him no. I can't untell him no.”

“So do something to grab his attention,” she suggests. “Something that will make him reach out to you, that way you still have that power you so desperately need.”

Slowly I nod. She might actually be on to something.

“If this guy is Prince Charming or even Prince Charming's second cousin twice removed, bring him as your date.”

“Ugh.” Thankfully Hope's return rescues me from further humiliation. “I really do have to go. I'll talk to you later, Angela.”

“Date! Date! Date!”

“Thank you, cheer captain.” I grumble and hang up.

Hope slides over a box containing two slices of my favorite pizza as well as a bottle of water. “Anything else?”

With my sister's poor chant but good advice lingering I say, “Can you cancel my lunch time massage appointment for tomorrow and book me a lunch reservation for two at Lucy's?”

“Sure...” Hope replies slowly. “Is this lunch for me and you?”

“No.”

Getting a wide grin she questions, “Is it for you and Mr. Klein?”

“Thank you for lunch.”

Hope giggles and starts to back out of my office slowly. “Am I gonna get to see him?”

I point my finger. “Out.”

Her snicker fades as she shuts my door. This is gonna be good. Maybe everyone is right. Maybe I need more in my life. Maybe sex with a little romance isn't such a piss poor idea.

Lunch comes and goes between endless emails and mountains of things to give the final proofing. Towards the end of the afternoon, Hope appears in my doorway with a huge grin on her face.

Immediately I sigh. “If it's Dani, I'm in another meeting.”

“It's a Mr. Klein on line one.”

Crossing my ankles under the table, I hide my smirk. “Thank you.”

“Does he have an extra toe or something?” Hope ponders. I lift my eyebrows sarcastically. “Yeah. Yeah. Out. I know.”

As soon as Hope shuts the door, I answer, “This is Miss Anderson.”

“Hello, Miss Anderson.” Klous' voice sounds more distant than normal. “Calling to confirm your cancellation for your appointment tomorrow.”

Twirling the pen around my fingers I reply, “Yes.”

“All right,” he says curtly. “Confirmed. Enjoy your day, Miss Anderson.”

“Wait,” I croak out. “You're not gonna ask me why?”

His voice heavily sighs. “Does it matter?”

“It does.”

“Fine. Why?”

“Because we're going to lunch instead.” There's a long stretch of silence on the phone. Finally I add, “I know your lunch break is after my appointment, so I figured we could have an extended meal together.”

“In public?”

His snide comment forces me to drop the pen. “Is that a problem?”

“It's a start.” After a deep breath he says, “Where?”

Relieved he hasn't changed his mind, I toy with the pen again. “Lucy's.”

“I'll see you then.” Unsure if he is still upset with the rejection from yesterday, I nibble on the inside of my bottom lip. “Look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Astin.”

Relieved I smile. “Enjoy your night, Klous.”