The Sunday Arrangement (26 page)

I threw my hands in
the air. “Why not?” I agreed.

He kissed me sweetly,
happy with my answer.

“Where do you want
this to happen?” I asked, pulling away from his wonderful touch.

He thought for a
moment and then smiled. “Right here. Let’s do it in my room.” He set his Bloody
Mary on the dresser behind him. “C’mon, let’s go tell her the good news.”

We walked back into
the living room to find April with a fresh Bloody Mary in her hand; he stumbled
clumsily toward the counter. I followed close behind and tried to ignore the
jealous feeling rolling in my stomach as I watched him put a limp arm around
April’s waist. I wondered if drunk Pierce would even be able to handle the two
of us.

We entered his room,
and April threw herself onto the bed. Pierce quickly followed her lead. They
needed no prompting to begin the activities. I allowed them to lead the way,
and they started out by kissing and groping. I could tell Pierce kissed her
differently than he kissed me. He used more tongue, and his hands were all over
her. This could have also been because he was drunk, but I chose to view it
differently.

Then Pierce began
undressing. He broke away from their kiss in order to pull his shirt over his
head. He glanced my way and beckoned me over to them. I could see the
irritation in April’s eyes. She didn’t like the fact that I had taken his attention
away from her. Pride swelled in me knowing that he was still very much aware of
my presence. I didn’t want him to forget it for the rest of the evening.

I sat on the other
side of him, and we began kissing. One of my hands felt his bare chest, and the
other cupped his cheek. He was a little overzealous at first and kissed me as
if he was trying to consume my face. Somehow I was able to bring him back down
to the way we normally made out. He was tender, but hurried. His tongue was
warm in my mouth. Too soon, he pulled away from me and started kissing April
again. She’d already removed her shirt and bra in a vain attempt to direct some
of the attention back to her. Her small, perky breasts pointed to the sky. I followed
her by removing my shoes and the gray cotton V-neck dress I was wearing, but I
left my bra on. I liked it when he undressed me a little.

I turned him around
to face me and kissed him again. I smirked when April huffed indignantly like a
moody teenager. He kissed me the way I liked it this time, soft but intentional.
The taste of vodka was strong on his lips, but I didn’t mind. I could feel his
desire for me behind his alcoholic haze. It had been too long since I’d last
been with him, and every day I needed to feel his touch more.

He removed the long
black clip holding my hair up, and pulled it away as my hair tumbled down over
my shoulders. “I like your hair like that. You should let it down more often,”
he said simply. He moved to plant warm, wet kisses down my neck, and I found
myself forgetting that April was even there. If this were a competition for
Pierce’s affections, I seemed to be winning.

He then pulled away
from me and turned his head to look at April. “Come over here if you’re gonna
pout. It’s easier than going back and forth between you two.”

April was clearly not
happy that she had to be the one to move to receive his affections. He turned to
kiss her, but this time he pulled me with him. I could tell he wanted me to
join their kiss. I leaned forward, and my lips met theirs. Deviously, he pulled
away, and I was left kissing April. Maybe she was as drunk as Pierce because
her tongue entirely took over my mouth. It was messy, and I found myself
recoiling at her touch. Strangely though, Pierce’s pleasure seemed to trump my
own in that moment. Though kissing April could never be compared to being with
Pierce or even Kat, I wanted my fantasy fuck to enjoy the show we were putting
on for him. The more I made him long for me as I embraced April, the more he
would want me later that evening. We kissed for a moment before she seemed to
realize she was no longer kissing Pierce and immediately pulled away from me.

While he had a free
moment, Pierce took off his pants and briefs. He stood at the side of the bed,
his dick long and erect, a keen grin plastered on his face. April strategically
stood from the king-sized bed to remove her thong. She let the pink wad of lace
fall slowly down her long legs. Even I had to admit she was incredibly hot. I
was still in my bra and panties—Pierce had yet to remove them himself—and
suddenly I felt self-conscious next to her thin frame and small breasts. There
was no end to my curves, an hourglass figure if there ever was one. We looked
nothing alike, and I wondered how Pierce was so aroused by two so completely
different women. Maybe it wasn’t our differences, I thought, that turned him
on. Maybe it was that we both so obviously wanted to please him.

I gave April a look
that I hoped she could decipher in her drunken haze. She did. When Pierce sat
on the bed again, we pushed him down on his back and she moved to the other
side of him. April took his cock into her hand and pumped the shaft. I lay down
next to him and kissed his chest and neck before moving to his lips again. He
groaned into the kiss. I turned my head slightly so that I could see what she
was doing to him. She’s taken the head of his cock into her mouth; drool was
running down his penis. I frowned because I didn’t know if he liked that or
not. I never asked him. I’m not one to get spit all over the place or make myself
gag on a guy on purpose. April was massively different from me in that sense. I
kissed my way down his body and met her at his cock. She looked like she didn’t
want to share, but I didn’t care. We were like two vultures, scavenging after
the last morsel of food.

I forced my way to
Pierce’s cock, the only thing I found remotely erotic about the whole night. I
grimaced a little as my hand touched her saliva, but it couldn’t be helped. I
kissed him over the head and down the shaft, and I used my hand to squeeze and
release the base. He groaned again, and I enjoyed watching him. There was an
undeniable power there. He had his head raised to look at me. April tried to
push me away, but I allowed her to have only the other side of his cock. She ran
her tongue up and down the shaft like she was licking a very hard Popsicle. I
copied her, wanting to give him double the sensation. He was really moaning now.
His arousal spurred me onward.

I took one of April’s
hands and placed it on his scrotum. She carefully fondled it. I took the head
into my mouth and used my tongue to flick the tip and circle around it. April
moved her tongue around the base while her hand still fondled his scrotum. Her
breasts dangled over his thighs.

We continued to work
him until he was soon coming into my mouth. I took it in, the taste familiar.
April then pushed herself in so that she could take some of his cum too. I allowed
her to as I crawled up the bed to where he was breathing heavily. He was
catching his breath, and I kissed his neck briefly.

“Did you like that?”
I asked.

“More than you know,”
he said before he captured my lips in a kiss.

We all took a break
as he regained himself. April took her turn kissing him, and I got up to get a
condom from his bathroom.

I returned to him and
opened the package. April looked up at me. “A condom? Do we really have to use
that?” she asked.

“I would prefer it,”
Pierce said. “I’d rather not have any kids right now, and I don’t trust just
the protection of the pill.”

“Oh, okay,” April said
with a whine in her voice.

I rolled my eyes. I
agreed with Pierce; I didn’t want kids yet either. I moved over to them and slipped
the condom on him. I removed my panties and bra and straddled his hips to
position myself on him. I sank down onto him and used my inner muscles to
clench around him. We both moaned as the pleasure consumed us.

April moved to sit on
his face. I scowled. I swore she did that so that I couldn’t look at his face.
He went to work on her, and she smirked at me. I made a point to ride him
harder. He groaned into her pussy and before long she came. She moved off him,
and I was forced to move off him for her turn. He hadn’t come yet. She moved on
top of him now. I wanted him to think of only me as she rode him, so I used my
tongue to lick at his ear lobe and pull it between my lips. He shuddered and turned
his head to kiss me, and I made sure he focused only on my lips. Finally, I broke
the kiss and whispered in his ear.

“Come and come
thinking of me, Pierce.” I licked his earlobe again and blew on it softly.

He wrapped his arm
around my waist and groaned as he came. April stalled on him for a second and
then got off. She removed the condom and threw it in the wastebasket. I placed my
head on his chest. April did the same, but he didn’t wrap his arm around her. Only
me. Soon we all fell asleep.

It was hours later
when I woke up, still in the same position. The lights from the city shone through
his window, and I was able to see April. She was glaring at me in the dark. I watched
as she got up and gathered her clothes—clearly pissed. She slammed the door of
the apartment as she left. I moved to get up and gather my own things, but
Pierce’s arm tightened around me. I didn’t realize that he was still holding
me. I looked up at his face; he was looking down at me. I could see that he was
sober again.

“I should go, too,” I
said.

“Stay.”

I frowned. “Are you
okay? I think those Bloody Marys made you a little loopy,” I said.

“Today is the
anniversary of my mother’s death. I don’t want to be alone.”

I sat up a little.
“I’m sorry. . . . I didn’t know.”

“Of course you
didn’t. I never told you.”

“How long?” I asked
simply.

“Twelve years since
she overdosed on some pills to put herself out of her misery.”

“I’m so, so sorry,
Pierce.” My words hung lifeless in the air. I was unsure what to do or say. I
wanted to comfort him, to be there for him at this time.

“Funny thing is,” he
whispered, “I don’t blame her in the least. Being married to my father was
probably hell on earth for her . . .”

I waited for him to
continue, but he didn’t.

“Will you stay
tonight?” he asked quietly.

I laid my head back
down on his chest. “Yes, of course. I’ll stay.”

For me, the dynamic
of our relationship changed after that night. I felt closer to him and more
attached than ever. Though he showed no outward change toward me in public or
private, I was hopeful that he was on the cusp of changing his outlook of me
from a Sunday fuck to a real possibility. He was still a bit of a conniving
asshole to work with, and I still found myself daydreaming of fantasy nights to
get me through the rest of the week. Hardly did I think about my father’s
problems, the conversation I overheard Toby have with him that night at the
club, or my annoyance with April. Pierce consumed me, piercing through my mind
and heart and developing an insatiable need within me.

Kat was right when
she told me that it never stays just sex. I knew I would have this problem, but
it didn’t make the confusion and heartache I felt any less painful. Trying to
remain hopeful about the possibilities I could maybe have with Pierce was
difficult. In light of my father’s obvious blackmailing, I found myself going
crazy. I didn’t know what to do. Pierce was covering his tracks well, and
worse, my desire to spy on him was dwindling with every passing Sunday. There
was no way in hell, blackmail or not, that I was ever going to give up an
outlet for all the tension I’d built up over the years. There was no one I’d
rather screw.

After our terrible
tangle in the sheets, April ignored me completely. Clearly, she hadn’t taken
Pierce’s apparent rejection well. Half expecting her to quit, I was surprised
to see her show up to work on Tuesday. No one mentioned our Sunday rendezvous, and
I hoped there wouldn’t be a repeat soon. I much preferred being the only woman.

“Knock, knock,”
someone said at the door.

I looked up to see
Lucas standing there, plastic cartons in hand. “Who’s hungry?” he asked with a
smile.

“Absolutely
famished,” Pierce said. “You can leave the food at the end of the table. We’ll grab
it in a few minutes.”

The smell of curry
chicken filled the air of the small conference room, and it made my stomach
grumble. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was.

“Thanks so much for
bringing food all the way down here, Lucas,” I said. “I know this isn’t a short
drive for you.”

His dazzling blue
eyes glimmered in the florescent light. I saw a kindness in them that I
admired. “Of course! That’s my job,” he said.

I nodded to Pierce,
who clearly wasn’t used to treating his employees with any kind of decency.
“Wasn’t that nice of him?” I prompted.

 For the first time,
Pierce looked up from his computer. “Yes, yes. Thanks, Lucas. I’ll be home by
five tonight.”

Lucas set the food on
the table and gave me a small grin. He wasn’t nearly as handsome as Pierce, but
something about him attracted me. And then I got an idea.

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