Rub Me The Wrong Way (Erotic Shorts Book 2) (4 page)

Wednesday

Adjusting myself in the booth in the very back of the restaurant I take a long deep breath. This is fine. We'll just have some food. Learn a little something about each other. This should be enough to get everyone off my back about dating and satisfy my craving for their fresh baked bread. It's my favorite.

Instead of awkwardly trying to stare at the other people I can't even see from my location, I check the texts waiting for me.

Angela: Is your push up bra on?

Rolling my eyes I check the next one from my assistant.

Hope: Buck teeth?

“Same rules apply, Astin. No phones.”

I lift my face up to see Klous standing in front of me in a pair of dark jeans and a white fitted shirt, both articles of clothing looking like they may melt off of him from the intense heat he naturally radiates. How the fuck do I breathe again? The only in and out motion I am thinking about has nothing to do with lungs.

His tongue wets his lips and I softly whimper, “Understood?”

Casually I drop my phone in my bag. “Yes, sir.”

“Mmm. I like the way that sounds,” he replies as he slides in the booth next to me. “Say it again.”

“You're so bossy.”

“Do you want me to bend you over this table and remind you what happens when you don't follow instructions?”

Torn between the excitement I feel when he takes control and the annoyance that he always has to have the power, I push back. “I do.”

Klous' grins widely and asks, “Exhibitionist?”

“Afraid?”

“Of you or what you're doing to me?”

The question takes me a bit off guard causing me to need a sip of water. Thankfully the waitress comes over to grab his drink order and drop us off some bread. Smoothing the long white tablecloth that's covering the table, I allow him a moment in silence to review the menu.

It doesn't take long before Klous shuts it and folds his hands together on top of it. My eyes drift over to him, drinking in the way his muscles are giving me a dry mouth that only his tongue with mine could cure. How can any man be so sexy without fucking trying?

“When you look at me like that, Astin, it's hard to resist the need to have you naked and under me.”

Flirtatiously I reply, “Under you or over you?”

Klous leans over so his lips are next to my ear. “Any position that lets me be balls deep in you.” The second he hears my breath hitch he adds, “And you love me being balls deep.”

A soft moan escapes just seconds before the waitress reappears. As soon as she takes my order, my hand slides across his thigh that's hidden under the table, curious if I have a similar effect on him as he does me. Klous' hard cock nudges at my hand, warmly greeting it. His green eyes cut to me. He lifts them.

“Love, what are you doing?”

Stroking the outside of his jeans, I whisper, “Taking control.” My hand massages him at the same time I declare, “My. Turn.”

Instead of resisting or putting up a fight like I would expect, like he would if we were in his work space, he moves in closer, rests his elbows on the table and drops his face on his balled up fist. He sexily demands, “Then take it.”

Leaning back he widens his legs and gives me the perfect chance to unbutton his jeans. The rush of doing this in a crowded restaurant shoots to my pussy, soaking my already dampened panties. My muscles ache for his touch. In a swift motion, I free his cock and grip it firmly causing a very loud hiss out of him.

The sight of Klous at my mercy forces my walls to contract in an overwhelming need to have his cock that's in my hand, inside me instead. With the first couple of strokes, his eyes are fighting to stay open while his chest is struggling to stay even paced. My hand grips a little harder as I rub slowly and deliberately determined for him to feel the same helplessness that I do when I'm on the table. He groans lowly. Sinking into my touch. He bites his bottom lip to stop from calling out my name. All of these sights spur my movements to speed up.

Before I know it, his hand is sliding around my side, gripping my hip harshly. “Fuck, Astin...”

Moving my hand faster, I continue to study his body that's tensing. “You're gonna come for me, Klous.” He grumbles. Chewing on his lip again. I pump my hand harder, his nuts clenching against my hand. Leaning my lips next to his ear, I demand, “Now.”

Klous' fingers anchor into me at the same time his body goes rigid. In short, hard bursts he surrenders his orgasm mercilessly. He shudders and groans so hard I feel the slightest touch of my pussy, even over the outside of my dress, and I could come with him.

After several long slow breaths, he leans his face over to mine and says, “See. Sometimes it's alright to let others have control.”

I smirk and use my napkin that's in my lap to clean up the mess in my hand.

Suddenly the waitress' perky face is in front of us placing down plates and questioning if everything looks right. We assure her everything looks great, which assists as her cue to exit. Klous slyly tucks his dick away and buttons his pants back up.

I turn to Klous. “I'm gonna go wash my hands.”

He nods, but the second I go to leave, he stops me mid motion. His lips press against mine, not in a hungry passion to reignite the fire that's starting to dwindle between my legs, but as if claiming me in a different way. A way that says to me as much as the rest of the world that I belong to him. I'm not sure that I like it. However, I'm not sure that I don't.

Friday

Hope cringes and pushes the files at me. Seeing the immediate displeased look on my face, she sighs. “I know it doesn't match the digital proof.”

“Precisely. What the fuck happened?”

She tosses a hand in the air. “I'm not sure. I've been trying to back track who dropped the ball and can't find it.”

Frustrated I pull my hair to one side of my face. “Like we don't give Dani enough to bitch about?”

“I-”

“I don't wanna fucking hear it, Hope. Just...” Shaking my head I move the disaster over. “What else?”

“The menus for the company event need to be approved and finalized.” Hope places another file in front of me. “The invitation list needs to be finalized as well. I narrowed it down. However, there are a few names I know you're going to want to cut but not sure which ones. They need to be sent out tomorrow.”

Placing a hand on the file, I bite. “At least tell me you-”

“Picked out the settings for them. Yes.”

“Lastly, there are sixteen queries waiting for your answer.” Before I can bitch about it she assures, “Yes. That is the weeded out list. All need to have emails sent out by the end of the night.”

I run my hands through my hair, the reality of what my evening is shaping up to be like settling on the very places I have to sacrifice relieving the pressure from. “Why are all these submissions just landing on my desk?”

“They aren't.” Hope leans back in the chair across from me. “I've been sending you a few every day to go through, but...obviously, you've been a little distracted.”

A little distracted is putting the shit mildly. Lunch with Klous turned out to be more intimate than anything else we had done yet. We talked a little about his family and mine, which is something I don't typically do. During the conversation that pushed past our family and jobs, onto favorite movies and food, every word out of my mouth seemed to be the only thing he was interested in. It's insane to have another human being who I'm not paying to listen be that interested. If that wasn't enough, his hands couldn't leave my body. He stroked my face. My neck. My shoulder. My thigh...God when his hand slipped on my thigh, I silently begged he would return the public masturbating session I put him through.

“Like now,” Hope points out to me. “Distracted. Is this about Mr. Klein?”

I don't want to answer that, so I don't.

“What's the problem, Astin?”

“I don't have a problem.”

“You do.” My jaw drops and she lifts a hand to me. “You got back from lunch Wednesday floating on cloud nine, but yesterday and today you've seemed...unhappy. My assumption is, you don't know if you wanna spend time with him because you think it'll affect your work-”

“It has affected my work.” My hand motions across the disaster in front of me. “Obviously.”

“Only because instead of dealing with it, you're trying to hide from it. Put it on the table and face it head on like everything else.”

That's not the only thing I'm afraid of. And I don't have time to think about it or anything else involving one hunk of muscular man candy.

“Can we get back on topic here? Anything else?”

“I ordered your sister's wedding present. I picked up your dress for it and am on my way to pick out one for the event. Do you need anything while I'm out?”

“Did you cancel-”

“Your massage appointment for tomorrow morning? Yes. Do I need to make plans for dinner for you tonight?”

“I'll...be fine. Thank you.” Lifting up my phone to make one of the three calls I have to in the next two hours, I add, “Do you mind getting the car washed as well?”

“It's on my list next to dry cleaning.” Standing, Hope prepares to leave but something stops her. “Look, I know you don't wanna talk about Mr. Klein, so I just want to say when you're ready, I'm ready.”

“Go before you break out into campfire songs.”

“Kumbaya...” She starts singing overly dramatically. “My Lord. Kumbaya...”

Her humor makes me smirk as I shake my head. I dial the first number on the list and continue on with a day that seems like it won't have an end.

Around six o’clock, shortly after Hope has left, my cell phone rings. Without wasting time to check who it is, I answer, signing another document. “This is Astin.”

“So you answer your own phone with your first name. Interesting.”

Klous' voice falters my signature. “It's my personal number so yes.”

“Dinner?”

Closing the file I move it to the finished pile. “Can't.”

“Busy?”

“Very.”

“Alone?”

The slight jealousy I think I hear in his voice stops my movement again. “Yes. I'm at the office.”

“Well, you're going to have to eat sometime.”

“Maybe. But between the unanswered submissions and event proofs that I have yet to touch, it doesn't seem like that'll be happening today. Look, Klous, I have to go, but I appreciate the call. Maybe another time.”

“Maybe not,” is his reply. “We'll talk soon.”

Without waiting for my goodbye, he hangs up. Huh. That went well. This is exactly what I mean when I say I don't have time for this shit. I don't have time for someone to be pissy every time I have to work rather than be with them.

About two hours later, my office phone rings. Confused who could be calling this late since our office hours are long over, I answer. “This is Miss Anderson.”

“Miss Anderson, it's Sean Rogers.” Ah. The night security guard. “Your dinner delivery is here.”

I smile to myself at Hope's thoughtfulness. “Send it up.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

Promptly I return back to my work, now reviewing the submissions that I should've gotten to earlier. There's a soft knock on my office door, but I don't look up to reply. “Come in. You can just leave it on the table.”

“I'd prefer you on the table.”

My head snaps up to see Klous dangling a picnic basket from his hands.

“So let's make that happen.” Once again he doesn't wait for me to respond before pushing forward. Klous places the basket down beside the coffee table and rips off his shirt. A tiny whimper comes out of me as my pussy contracts, begging me to get up and do something about the offer. “Now.” I open my mouth to argue that I don't have time for this even though I wanna make time for it, which is when he drops his jeans, revealing his stiff cock. “Do not make me repeat myself. Get naked, Astin.”

My pussy throbs at the tone in his voice. The command. The anticipation of being able to be free from making any further choices for just a brief moment is exactly what I want. More importantly, it's what I need. How he always delivers what I need when I need it is remarkable.

I stand to my feet and walk around to the front of my desk, undoing my shirt on the way.

Klous wets his lips, stroking his dick while he watches. “Slow.”

Following his latest instructions, I slowly remove my black shirt and drop it to the floor. Next I unzip the side of my gray skirt before sliding it down my hips to leave me in my bra and thong.

“Stop,” he demands approaching me. When his fingers stroke my nipple on the outside of my black bra, I moan as my eyes drift closed. “Eyes open, love.” Forcing them back open, I moan again at the feeling of his index finger dragging itself towards my hungry pussy. “Have you come without me?”

“No.” To say that it has been a walk in the park would be the biggest fucking lie I've ever told.

“Good girl.” His finger slips in the front of my thong to give my clit a gentle touch. I cry out softly, anxious for more. “Heels off too. Palms pressed down on the coffee table.”

The moment his touch disappears, I kick off my shoes, remove the remainder of my clothing, and position myself as he requested.

Klous lowers to his knees, gives my ass a hard hit and demands, “Open. Wide.”

Spreading my legs further apart, I barely have a moment to catch my breath before his tongue assaults my pussy. On a loud moan, I shudder, his tongue having no mercy as it sucks the juices pouring out of me. Relentlessly his mouth desperately devours me, tearing an orgasm out of me before I have a chance to try to stall it.

“I'm coming,” I cry as my pussy pulsates around his tongue, flooding his mouth with a flavor he enjoys by his hums of approval.

Unexpectedly there's an invasion I don't recognize between my ass cheeks. It's slick, warm, and stretching my hole just shy of uncomfortable. Once it's wedged inside, Klous stands straight up and says, “Sit on my face.”

I watch him stretch out on my office floor, hand rubbing his dick that I'm tired of waiting for already. Knowing better than to argue, knowing there's more pleasure when I don't, I stroll over and place a foot on each side of his body. The butt plug rubs me with every movement, which causes whimper after whimper to seep out of me.

“Turn around, love. You have to eat something.”

Another whine escapes me as I reposition myself. Carefully I lower my pussy to his face while swallowing his dick like it is what's for dinner. Like it's the only thing I've been craving. My tongue laps up the pre-cum that's leaking from him, the salty flavor feeding the starving monster inside. Klous groans while his tongue revives its previous task of erasing everything from my mind except for him. The two of us fall into a frenzied force of rocking, sucking, and consuming every drop the other leaks out. Feeling another orgasm on its way, my thighs clench around his face in an attempt to keep it in. Not ready to give it up yet. Not ready for this to end.

Suddenly Klous' warm breath speaks against my pussy, “I need this from you, Astin. Give it to me.”

His tongue returns to its duty dragging out of me the very thing he desires. Shutting my eyes tightly, I shudder in waves, coming again all over his face, clamping my mouth tightly around his dick in hopes he'll explode with me. Instead he licks me clean and uses my hair to tug me off his cock. Immediately he pushes my body downward, indicating for my pussy to replace my mouth. I spread my legs, moaning through every motion as the butt plug moves inside, teasing another sensation that makes me wanna come again.

Lowering myself onto his cock, I have to hold back my own cries to enjoy his. “Fuck, Astin.” He repeats again, “Fuck...Astin...”

I lean forward slowly rising and falling on his dick, each stroke better than the last. My pussy, which seems determined to absorb him whole, quivers around his cock. It feels so good. Too good. Insanely too good. The reality of what we've done hits swiftly.

As if reading my mind, his hands strokes my back and states, “I'm clean.” Before I can argue he makes a command, “Ride me, Astin. Come on my cock, love.”

Already past the point of no return, I start rocking on his dick. With every sway, it feels like I could shatter apart. The way his dick is diving inside, it feels like it's on a mission to meet the butt plug on the other side, splitting me apart in the process. Klous' hands massage my ass, pushing me to the brink each time he tugs at the toy.