Authors: Nicola Six
Nicola shook her head. "I'll see you downstairs later," she said, searching his face for a reaction. But Perry pressed a glass of champagne into his hand and jerked her head toward the door, throwing Nicola a wink, and his only reaction was to smile wider and lean in to quickly kiss Nicola goodbye. So this is it, this is the way the game is played, she thought. Anything goes.
But what do they presume Jack and I are going to do?
After the door closed behind the foursome, Nicola slowly turned toward the couch. Jack was lying back against the leather, his hands in his pockets, his lashes lowered again, and his smile gone, replaced by a smoldering look of intent.
Nicola drew in a breath and squared her shoulders. She walked slowly toward where Jack was seated. His gaze traveled down her body and back up again, resting on her face, meeting her gaze. Nicola stopped in front of him.
Jack didn't move or look away. She couldn't get over how gorgeous he was, and how much she wanted to slide her hands under his shirt again. She needed to feel his body again. Moving closer, Nicola knelt on the floor in front of him. He moved to the edge of the couch and reached for her, pulling her up into him until he was nearly lying on the couch with her lying on top of him. He felt amazing. He slipped his arm around her and in a swift motion turned them both over so that she was lying on the couch and he was gazing down at her. With his free hand he pushed her hair out of her face and then his head inclined and his lips were on hers, soft and exploring, his hand stroking her hair and he murmured "I have missed these lips..." before he kissed her harder, his tongue in her mouth sending tingling waves of need running through her. She lifted her legs to wrap them around his hips and pulled him into her, feeling his hard cock grind against her through his pants.
She reached to unbutton the rest of his shirt and push it off of his shoulders. For a moment, she just lay back and allowed herself to be dazzled by the view of his naked upper body. He was perfect. Hard muscles and broad shoulders and he was leaning in to kiss her again. Then he pulled away and pushed himself to his feet.
"Come here," he said, pulling her to her feet. She stood unsteadily. His hand ran over her back and sides until he found the concealed side sipper to her dress and he yanked it down and lifted her dress up over her head. Her arms raised to accommodate his action, and he tossed the dress aside and grasped her wrists in one hand, keep them lifted above her head, staring hungrily at her body. His free hand ran down her arms and slid over her chest to find her breasts, and then he released her and both hands caressed her there, as he kissed her neck and her lips again. Her desire was becoming too much to contain. She wrapped one leg around his waist to pull him against her again, and he picked up her other leg so that he was holding her, off the ground, in his strong arms. He ground into her, and she felt him growing bigger, and harder.
"Desk," he muttered, his breathing labored. He carried her, still holding her tightly against him, and the movement made her even hotter. He set her down so that she was sitting on the edge of the desk and then he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to his ankles, followed by his black boxer briefs. His huge cock sprang free and was almost fully erect. Nicola drew in a sharp breath. She wanted to take it in her mouth and control him for a while. But that was not to be.
Jack leaned over her. He ran his hands over her breasts again, squeezing them and playing with her nipples until she moaned. He half smiled and slowly took her panties between his fingers and pulled them down, freeing her. He worked them off of her, leaving her strappy heels on. Then he began kissing his way back up her legs, until he was running his tongue with pressure along the insides of her thighs, making her pussy ache with need. "Jack...Please..."
"Shh..." he whispered. Then his tongue slipped inside her folds and she cried out as he tortured her with light, wet circles, before exploring and caressing her folds with more force, and the pleasure was so intense it made her thrash on the table, moaning out loud. He sucked her clit and went back to flicking and swirling until she was on the edge and gasping.
He stood, suddenly, and pulled her off of the table. He pushed her gently to the floor and turned her around until she was on all fours. He leaned over her, his chest against her back and gathered her hair in his hand, pulling her head up and back.
"Are you mine?" he breathed into her ear.
Shocked, Nicola froze. "I..."
He pulled her hair back with more force, until she couldn't move her head. "Tell me you're mine, Nicola. I want to hear you say it." His free hand slid between her legs and began massaging her clit.
"I'm yours," she moaned, every stroke of his fingers sending hot waves of ecstasy through her. She felt the head of his cock push into her and stop. She tried to buck backward onto it, but Jack held her firmly.
He released her hair and she fell forward onto her elbows. He pulled her back up to a crawling position and rammed his cock into her hard and fast, causing her to cry out. He filled her completely, and pulled out and deep into her again, and again, until the pleasure was almost too much to bear. It built quickly, but before she could go over the edge, he stopped again and pulled out of her completely.
"What are you doing?" she cried.
He hopped to his feet and walked around the desk, taking a condom from one of the drawers. He walked around the desk and ripped it open, and, smirking as she watched, hungrily, slowly rolled it on. He held his dick in his hand for a moment and Nicola nearly drooled.
He moved to the couch. "Come here," he commanded. "I want to look at you while you cum all over me." He leaned against the couch and pulled her to him. Nicola eagerly straddled him and he positioned his cock so that she could slide down on it. Jack's strong hands gripped her hips, helping her move up and down on him, and he began to groan, softly, his face shining with sweat.
Nicola watched the ecstasy on his face, his lips parted, his head turning from side to side as she rode his thick length. She arched her back, throwing her head back and he bucked his hips as she moved, massaging her G-spot and sending sparks through her as her orgasm reached its peak. Jack wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest as she climaxed, pressing her face into his neck and breathing him in as she shuddered, waves of intense pleasure coursing through her.
Jack flipped her over and laid her on the rug so that he could enter her again from behind. As he thrust in and out of her, he emitted sensual moans of pleasure, and Nicola cried out as she came again with him. He collapsed onto her and she felt his chest heaving against her back. She reached up and dug her hands into his hair, pulling his head to her shoulder. He kissed her neck and nibbled her ear before pulling out of her and turning her to face him. His eyes were soft and desiring. His lips curved into a sleepy, sensual smile.
They lay on the floor, and held each other's gaze. Nicola could still feel the aftershocks of ecstasy. Then Jack pushed himself up and stood. "Come," he said, holding out his hand to help Nicola to her feet.
"I just did," she said, grinning. "Several times!"
He pulled her into his chest. "Stop," he murmured into her hair. "You're going to make me hard again, talking like that."
"Would that be so bad?"
He pulled away. "No. But, we do have to be social this evening." He gestured toward the bathroom door. "You'll find everything you need in there, including hot towels, hairbrush, toothbrush...I'll go in after you."
The bathroom was even more luxurious than the office. She gazed around her at the cream colored walls and pearly countertops, a huge mirror edged in silver, and a warmer that held hot, moist towels. A corner shelving unit made of dark wood, matching the desk in the office, housed all the toiletries she could possibly desire. She wondered, as she picked up the new toothbrush and picked over the lotions and even perfumes, how many women came through here. Jack was certainly prepared for female guests who needed to straighten themselves out after sex.
She pushed these thoughts from her mind.
No matter, I'm here now,
she thought.
While she waited for Jack to straighten himself out in the bathroom, after she had emerged with once again shining hair and made up face, and everything else clean as if she hadn't just been fucked all over his office, Nicola helped herself to more champagne from the fridge. She sipped the cold, golden liquid and curled up on the couch, noting that her dress wasn't too wrinkled.
Jack came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. She stared at him and his fresh cologne wafted to her nose, teasing her.
"What now?" She asked.
He half smiled and walked to the other side of the bar to pour himself a glass of champagne. He brought his glass over to the couch and sat down, cocking his head to one side. He seemed contemplative for a moment.
"We go downstairs," he said, finally. "And this week we go out to lunch. I want to know more about you."
Nicola laughed this off. Greg would never go along with that plan.
Jack's smile faded. "I'm serious. I'm taking you out to lunch. This week. I'll email you on Monday and see which day works for your schedule."
There he goes again. Who does he think he is?
"You might own this club, Jack, but you don't own me."
Jack opened his mouth to reply but his cell phone buzzed. He reached for it and looked at the message. "Perry says come down. She has wine waiting." He took her champagne glass from her and turned to stride toward the door, not offering her a hand up.
Nicola rolled her eyes and stood to follow him, secretly enjoying the view of his ass as he walked.
Greg speared a large hunk of omelet and shoved it into his mouth. "I'm starving," he mumbled with his mouth full. He swallowed with a contented look on his face and raised his coffee mug to the waitress for a refill.
They had slept until nearly noon, after arriving home the night before and collapsing into bed at two o'clock in the morning. Greg woke Nicola with the suggestion they head to their favorite diner for a hearty brunch.
Nicola sipped her coffee and took a bite of her bagel, smeared with cream cheese and heaped with lox. It was salty and creamy and the bright, merry diner made the masked ball seem like a different world, something of the past. But the adventure in Jack's office was certainly fresh in her mind. She tried to stop thinking about it and concentrate on her favorite breakfast, and her adorable husband with his cheeks covered in stubble and his hair a tousled mess. She smiled at him across the table.
Greg finished another mouthful and then leaned forward. "So," he said, his voice hushed. "How was your evening? The part when we weren't together, I mean."
Nicola almost choked on a piece of bagel and quickly took a sip of orange juice to clear her throat. "It was fun," she said, vaguely. "How was yours? What happened?"
Greg sat back and shook his head, chuckling softly. "What didn't happen. Perry...That woman's nuts."
"In a good way, I hope."
Please don't ask me what happened
.
Greg went back to his food. "This place makes the best western omelet, I'm telling you. There is no better. Want to catch a movie after breakfast? I have to go to bed super early. My shift at the hospital starts at four, tomorrow morning."
Nicola sat at her desk Monday afternoon, trying to have a relaxing coffee break. The day had been a series of dull meetings and even duller reports due to her boss. It was month end, so there was no time to go out to lunch or even take a lunch break. She and Audrey had eaten in their offices, communicating only via a few brief emails.
Nicola pushed her work aside and closed out of Excel. She needed a brain break, and some deep breathing. Her mind wandered to Saturday night. Am I a slut? I had sex with my husband in a cab and then with Jack, in his office, in the same evening. Is this healthy, this game? She didn't feel dirty but the promiscuity was irritating her like a rash. She stretched her arms above her head for a moment, feeling her tight shoulders protesting. The clock told her she had fifteen minutes before her next meeting. She dropped her hands to her keyboard and signed onto her personal email.
She jumped when she saw the email from JD30. Slowly, her fingers clicked it open.
No, you're not a slut.
Nicola's eyes widened.
What?
she typed.
You are not a slut, whore, hussy, floozy, or whatever derogatory word you have been tossing around in that pretty head of yours. Guilt is against the rules. Stop it. Do I need to give you a rule book?
No. Not necessary.
So short with me. How did you enjoy the party, Saturday?
What little I got to enjoy of it. I spent an awful lot of time in your office.
That's exactly where you should have been. Not dancing or doing anything else with the men downstairs.
That sounds a bit possessive! I think that's against the rules. Do YOU need a rule book?
I have no problem with breaking rules. Now, when are you free for lunch this week?
I'm not free for lunch this week. It's month end and I'm swamped.
You can work late the day we go. Pick a day, and make it fast. I have a meeting to get to.