The Sunday Arrangement (10 page)

“Wow,” he said,
pausing for a brief moment to stare at my body. The wonder in his eyes eased
the burning self-consciousness I began to feel as I studied my dreamy business
partner. My skin wasn’t beautifully tan, nor were my muscles as sculpted as
his. I was pale and voluptuous. My breasts bulged out of my bra. But I could
see the hunger in his eyes. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

“Wow yourself,” I
said. I moved to take off my bra, desperate to feel his hands on my chest, but
he stopped me.

He grabbed my wrist.
“No. Not just yet.”

I opened my mouth to
argue. No one told me “no,” and no man had ever wanted to wait to see my large
chest. But in the moment, I couldn’t bring myself to fight with him. I was too
heated, too aroused. Not wanting to ruin the moment, I stopped myself from
saying anything. I allowed him to have his way, but I wondered why he wanted my
breasts covered. They were, after all, my greatest feature. Maybe he was saving
the best for last.

My eyes traveled over
his black boxer briefs, the only clothing he now wore. Fixating on the bulge
his snug underwear outlined, I was ready to see him. All of him. He stood up
from the sofa, and awkwardly slipped out of his last piece of clothing. Tossing
them to the floor, his erection sprang free as though it had been trapped in a
cave for entirely too long. Pierce was devilishly handsome standing before me,
naked and powerful. His cock was long. It curved toward the ground, hard and
strong. I could see the pulsing veins of his circumcised shaft. I felt my face
flush with passion. Never had I wanted someone more.

He took hold of his
cock as he moved on top of me on the sofa. Positioning himself in front of my face,
I knew what he wanted, and I was a little startled that it turned me on to have
him offer me his beautiful dick to suck. It was a silent command, and I wanted to
please him badly though I couldn’t understand why. Taking his cock in my hand,
I hoped I wouldn’t hurt him. I was not a virgin by any means, but my
experiences up to then had been less than enlightening. What I’d learned about
blowjobs came from reading articles and listening to friends talk about it.
Professor Tillton had preferred dual intimacy, and any other man I’d slept with
since was for my pleasure. Not theirs. This was one of the first times I wanted
to utterly satisfy a man. Desperately I wanted him to enjoy me, all of me. I
had a feeling Pierce would pay it forward later in the evening.

I stroked his cock
slowly a couple of times, enjoying the way the soft skin felt in my hand. It was
firm and hot and ready. I held it up and licked the underside of his shaft from
the base to the tip. Watching his eyes close at the sensation spurred me on. His
breathing picked up speed as I made small circles on his tender head with my
tongue. His hand suddenly grabbed my hair. I looked up into his hazel eyes
.
They had darkened
with an intensity so tangible it made me anticipate more of the night
.
I stroked his cock
slowly a few more times with my hand. I licked my lips and kissed his head
before I took the tip of his anxious cock into my orifice. As the heat of my
mouth encompassed the pink head, I heard him groan slightly. I looked back up
into his eyes, closed once again. His moans gave me more confidence as I
attempted to please him with my tongue.

Gently, I took more
of his cock into my mouth while I used my hand to pump the shaft. He was so
long, so big. It was difficult to suck on him entirely. He moaned more, and I
knew he was enjoying the attention my tongue was providing. I took my mouth off
him once again, and I returned to licking the underside of his cock. The power
I had over him thrilled me. He was like putty in my hands, weak with longing.
The control and the look in his eye as I sucked on him sent me to new levels of
arousal. I could feel my own orgasm begin to build.

As I began to take
his head back into my mouth, he stopped me with a light tug on my hair. I looked
up at him, wondering if I’d done something wrong. He pushed me flat onto the
couch with an urgency that couldn’t be faked. I swore I heard him say under his
breath, “You are better than I could ever have imagined . . .” I wanted to ask
him what he meant by that, but before I could, he tore off the thin straps of
my panties like a scavenger searching for food.

Sighing with
anticipation, I spread my legs for him. I was eager to feel his huge dick. He
reached for his pants that were on the floor near the couch and took out his
wallet. Frantically, he opened it and pulled out a condom. In all my excitement,
I hadn’t even thought about using protection. I just wanted—no, needed—him
inside of me.

He quickly rolled the
Trojan up his shaft; his expertise was not lost on me. The condom was specialty
ribbed, not that I really needed the extra sensation. Pierce practically had me
approaching climax and he had yet to come inside me. Moving on top of me, he
positioned himself at my entrance. His presence over me was strong and
dominating. I was ready for him to take complete control.

He kissed me hard
before thrusting himself into me. I pulled away from the kiss and gasped. His
hard penis felt so good—a foreign, but welcome stranger. Slowly, he picked up
the speed and intensity of his thrusts. I moved my legs to wrap them around his
hips, and I used my hands to hold onto his arms. I met his thrusts in tandem. The
ribs of the condom began to stroke my G-spot, and I moaned. The beginnings of
an orgasm, once again started to swirl in my stomach. He followed me with a
groan of his own as he continued to plunge himself deeper and deeper inside of
me.

I looked up at his
face. He was already staring down at me. The lust in his eyes was almost overwhelming,
and I had to look away. It had been so long since a man had wanted me like
that. He took one of his hands and pushed against the side of my face, forcing
me to meet his gaze. Our eyes locked on one another as our bodies moved
synchronically. Seeing the lust in each other was getting us off. Our gaze never
wavered, not because we were having a moment of everlasting love or anything so
sickly sweet. A primitive need drove us together. It wasn’t making love—it was
fucking. And God, it felt amazingly sinful. My mind began to cloud over as the
climax raged within my body. Pleasure washed over me, and I felt my pussy clamp
around him as I came—hard. I gripped his ass cheeks, and I watched in
fascination, while feeling my orgasm, as his eyes closed and his mouth opened
in a groan. He also came, and his thrusts slowed down until he—entirely too
soon—pulled out of me.

I was hot, sweaty, and
satisfied. He sprawled out next to me, lying limp on the couch. I glanced at
him as he caught his breath. Even though I never took off my bra, I put my
hands over my breasts. I suddenly felt exposed, as if I was in a business meeting
and wearing only my underwear. I didn’t like it.

“I have to admit . .
. that was incredibly sexy,” he said. His voice was light and breathless, like
he had just run a marathon. My mind was a whirlwind. I wished I could shut off
my millions of thoughts pelting my brain like raindrops in the midst of a
thunderstorm.

Willing regret away,
I forced myself to speak. “I feel the same way. Starting off in an elevator has
always been one of my personal fantasies. If I had known it would be that good,
I’d have done it much sooner.”

He hopped up from the
couch. His limp penis, still long and attractive, caught my eye. He reached for
his clothes, spread out over my hardwood floor in a tornado-like fashion. Methodically,
he put on his pants and pulled his belt around his waist. He was silent and
contemplative. I wondered if he remembered I was still there, half naked on the
sofa.

After a few moments,
he stopped to look at me. I practically saw the wheels turning in his mind.
“Perhaps we should make this a regular thing?”

I looked at him
sideways.
God, his pecs are amazing.
I wanted so badly to lick his
nipples. “How so?”

“Every Sunday night
while we’re in Vegas, we meet here or at my place and fulfill one of our sexual
fantasies.” He gestured toward the front of my apartment. “You said yourself
that foreplay in the elevator was indescribably erotic, and I agree. Maybe we
need to explore our fantasies. Ya know, see where they take us . . . see what
we can do together.”

I frowned. “I thought
this was a one-time kind of thing?”

“Is that what you
want?” he asked.

“It doesn’t matter
what I want. We work together, Pierce. This could get messy.” I shifted
uncomfortably on the sofa, aware of the irony of my words. I grabbed one of the
nearby throw pillows in an attempt to cover myself.

He pulled his shirt
over his head and shot me a smile. “I’m afraid it already has.”

His offer was incredibly
tempting. Was I supposed to just throw away the best sex of my life? Were we
supposed to carry on the next few months, years even, never again discovering
the pleasure we had just made? Having sex with him every week, let alone
playing out an erotic fantasy . . . it sounded too good to be true. I pointed
out the obvious. “If the gossip rags catch us, our fathers will have a fit.”

He arched an eyebrow.
“I think I can live with that.” He sat back down to slip on his khaki socks.
“Do you think you can, too?”

“I think so. Maybe,”
I mumbled. I didn’t like sounding so weak, so juvenile. I was a grown woman,
after all. Why should I care what others may think about my sexual life? But I
couldn’t shake it. The truth was, I wasn’t sure. Now that I had tasted the
electricity between us, I wasn’t certain if I’d be able to resist it,
especially while we were alone in Vegas. The thought scared and exhilarated me.
I could lose everything if my father found out. He wouldn’t hesitate to take away
everything I had worked for. However, what Pierce was offering me was sexual
freedom—the liberty to express myself, fulfilling my deepest erotic desires. Any
fantasy I could possibly imagine would now be at the tip of my fingers, and I even
had a willing partner. It had been a long time since I’d had such feelings.

“Look, Lauren. I
think we’re at the same place here. We both want, maybe even need, some kind of
release. While we’re here, we’re going to be putting in some long hours. Don’t
you want a way to relax and enjoy yourself?”

“Obviously you know
the answer to that. But shouldn’t we find someone else? There are hundreds of
willing partners for us in this city, I’m sure. We can find a way to get that
release with someone else and avoid all of this.”

Pierce glanced at the
large window near my sofa. The white curtains closed around its frame. “There’s
just one problem with that,” he said slowly. “I don’t want just anyone else.

My breath caught. Had
I heard him correctly? Quickly, I raised my hand in the air as though objecting
to his response. “But if we—”

“Our fathers aren’t
going to find out, okay? No one will.” He smiled slyly. “Not unless they’re
part of the fantasy.”

 Excitement rose
within me. Was he serious about this? A threesome? Slowly, I nodded my head.
“As long as we’re careful. This absolutely cannot get out or we’ll both be out
of a job.”

“Not to mention the family
will,” Pierce added with a laugh.

“Every Sunday, then?”

“Every Sunday. I’ll
take the first turn since the elevator was your thing.” He smiled at me briefly
before reaching for his brown leather loafers. They were exceptionally large. I
smiled to myself thinking of the age-old phrase, “You know what they say about
a man with big feet.” How absolutely true I had discovered those little words
to be tonight.

He stood up and gave
me a curt nod. “Well, it’s been fun,” he said simply. “Oh and remember, we have
to start that proposal on Tuesday. It’s sure to be an exceptionally long day.
Maybe we can order some Indian food?” He was so calm and nonchalant. I felt
like decking him for bringing up business while I was sitting on the sofa in my
skivvies post-intercourse.

“Sure. Whatever you
want. Sounds good,” I said dismissively, hoping he would catch my not-so subtle
hint that it was time for him to look away, or at least allow me to put my
dress back on.

“Great. See ya
Tuesday,” he said and briskly walked away.

I watched him make
his way to the elevator doors. My shoulders sank in disappointment as he seemed
to bolt out of my condo as if to avoid the bubonic plague.
Why was I
expecting anything else to happen?
This was Pierce Maverick, not some
lonely man looking for companionship. He wasn’t going to sit around and sip on
some herbal tea after a good fuck with an essential stranger. This
relationship, if you could even call it that, was casual, but God, the sex was
good. I supposed I could live without a nighttime snuggle buddy for that kind
of passion, that intense an orgasm. It was absolutely mind-blowing, unlike
anything I had ever experienced before.

I straightened on the
sofa. I couldn’t allow myself to become weak now. We had screwed, and that was
surely going to change things in the office. It might just ruin everything. I
had to remind myself that apart from Sunday, it was all just business, nothing
more. We had to maintain control of the project and our time in Vegas,
regardless of the sexual energy that raged between us. There was no way I’d
become CEO if I let one handsome co-worker completely throw me off my usual
work ethic. Best to compartmentalize. Keep fantasy Sundays in one corner of my
mind, and the casino project everywhere else.