CHAPTER 11
Veronica could feel Davenport’s eyes on her, and she turned to look back at him. He looked positively predatory, leaning against his desk, one hand braced against the edge and the other twirling his tumbler. His dark eyes burned into hers, and she could only swallow drily as he raised up his tumbler and drained it.
“Well, I assure you,” Davenport spoke, and stood back up to his full height, slowly moving toward her. “You have nothing to fear from me.”
Veronica felt a brief moment of disappointment, but she noticed that his demeanour had not changed, and he was still moving toward her slowly, but with intent and focus. She couldn’t help but flinch a little as he reached up and lightly traced his fingertips over the back of the hand she was holding the tumbler in. She vaguely thought it was a miracle she didn’t drop the glass right then and there.
“Don’t worry,” Davenport said softly, as his body moved so that he was mere inches away from her. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to.”
Davenport’s hand continued to travel up her arm, and he gently gripped at her elbow.
“If you want me to stop,” Davenport all but purred. “All you have to do is say so.”
Davenport took up the tumbler from her hand and placed it on a small side table beside them. He then took her free hand and ran his fingertips over her palm.
“Mr. Davenport…” Veronica began to protest a little, in spite of the way her body was responding to him already.
“Call me Frank,” he said, offering her a smile.
“I’m not sure this is entirely appropriate,” she protested, though she was certainly reluctant to do so. Her body was crying out to be touched at that point, and it was all she could do to keep from leaping upon him.
“Oh absolutely not,” he shook his head, and gave her a wry smile. “That’s why I don’t make a habit of it. But then again, there’s a first time for everything.”
Veronica gasped a little as she felt Frank move his hands to rest upon her waist. His touch was strong, but gentle all at once, and she felt her body begin to shake a little with the force of her lust.
“Are you sure there’s no one around?” Veronica asked in a hushed whisper. She had to admit that she wanted this. She had been attracted to the man from the moments she met him. Even now she could feel a dripping wetness between her legs, and he had barely even touched her.
Being in such close proximity to him throughout the evening had only served to light each of her nerve endings on fire. It was little wonder that she had found herself in this situation, but now that she was here, she was reluctant to take the final plunge. It was one thing to lust after her boss, but it was another to actually indulge in her desires.
“The girls are asleep,” Frank assured her softly, pulling her closer to him, so that their torsos were pressed against each other. “I have a guard posted at the main door. Who else are you expecting?”
“Your wife,” Veronica answered.
Frank immediately stiffened, and he took a slow step back from Veronica. His eyes searched her face, and Veronica couldn’t read his expression. After a moment, he blinked, and tilted his head to the side.
“My wife,” frank sighed, and smiled softly. “She died. In childbirth, actually.”
Veronica’s face dropped. She would never have brought up such a painful topic if she had known.
“I’m so, so sorry,” Veronica shook her head. “I shouldn’t have said anything…”
“It’s alright,” Frank said softly, and gave her a gentle smile. “How could you know? I lead a private life; it’s not like it was broadcast on the news.”
“I know, it’s just…” Veronica shook her head. “That’s awful, I’m so sorry for your loss.”
Frank let out a sigh, moving to intertwine his fingers with Veronica’s.
“Some days are harder than others,” he said softly, a small smile still on his face. “Today… was not hard at all.”
Veronica blinked at his words, and she felt a heat rise up in her face. Frank moved close to her again, and she slowly lowered his face toward hers, planting a soft kiss on her lips. Veronica blinked up at him as he pulled back.
“Now that we’ve opened that door, though,” Frank said, his voice a little rougher as his hands travelled to the hem of her shirt. “What about Calvin?”
Veronica barely suppressed a groan of annoyance as she heard his name. The sound dissolved in her throat, though, as Frank’s hands made their way under her shirt and his fingertips brushed against her naked skin.
“I…” Veronica let out breathlessly. “We’ve been together a long time.”
“Hm,” Frank uttered a sound, and moved closer, burying his face in her neck. She felt his teeth nibbling at her pulse point.
“I just…” Veronica moaned softly, her hips involuntarily arching she sucked at her collarbone. “I forgot how this feels…”
“So did I,” Frank breathed against her skin, and a shiver ran up Veronica’s spine.
Frank cupped her breast through her bra, and Veronica released a soft sigh. Her hands shot out of their own accord and she dug her nails into his sides. She heard him growl low in his throat.
“You can always tell me to stop,” he reminded her breathlessly as his other hand moved behind her back and began to fiddle with the clasp of her bra.
Veronica could hardly catch her breath, much less tell him to stop. She tore her hands away from his sides and anxiously reached to undo the buttons of his shirt even as Frank managed to undo her bra.
Before she knew it, her hands were in the air, and Frank easily divested her of her shirt. Veronica’s mind was in a whirl. She had never experienced anything like this, and she wondered if this was the exception, or the norm outside of her relationship with Calvin. She did not give it much thought, though, as she felt Calvin spin her around and press her back, causing her to fall back into one of the leather chairs with a soft yelp.
Frank smiled down at her as he shrugged his shirt off, baring his well-muscled torso. Veronica felt her mouth water as she drank in the sight of his gleaming dark skin and the muscles rippling beneath. He shot her a devilish smile and moved to kneel down in front of the chair.
Veronica watched, enraptured, panting lightly as Frank placed his hands on the inside of her knees, and began to run them up her thighs. She moaned softly as he caressed her sex through her pants for a moment, and then trailed his fingertips to the button and zipper, easily undoing them.
Veronica lifted up her hips as he dragged her pants, as well as her panties down her legs and over her feet. He tossed the clothing over his shoulder and his eyes moved to look at her, a ravenous gleam flickering within them. Veronica couldn’t help but squirm on the chair.
Locking his eyes with hers, Frank lowered his head and Veronica shivered as he began to kiss a line up her thighs, alternating between each one. She bit her lip and tightly gripped the arms of the chair as he placed a kiss on her mound.
Veronica locked eyes with him as he extended his tongue and licked a long line from her dripping slit to her clit. Her hips arched up off the chair, and Frank wrapped his fingers around her hips to steady her as he deepened his attentions.
Veronica was a trembling mess, and she alternated between gripping the chair and Frank’s shoulders. She felt herself approaching the precipice of her orgasm, and she vaguely noted that it was the first one she had received from someone else in a very long time.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, Frank slid two fingers into her. With a gasp, Veronica felt her inside walls clamp down on his digits and her hips jerked with the force of her climax. Frank masterfully caressed her sex and helped her to ride through her orgasm while not overstimulating her.
When Veronica’s orgasm subsided, Frank gently pulled his fingers out of her and gently kissed a line back up the center of her stomach and between her breasts. Finally, he reached her mouth and Veronica cupped the back of his head as their mouths locked in a kiss.
As they pulled back, Veronica was greeted with his gentle smile, and she looked at him in awe.
“What is it?” he asked her, his tone more curious than concerned.
Veronica wordlessly shook her head, and a breathless laugh escaped her lips.
“It’s just been so long since…” Veronica started, and slowly shook her head. Frank chuckled, and ran his fingertips along her cheekbones.
“Well I have to admit I felt a little rusty,” he chuckled, moving to situate himself beside her on the chair, pulling her side close to his chest.
“If that’s rusty…” Veronica trailed off, and Frank laughed lightly.
He began to plant kisses along her temple, and Veronica felt him tilt his hips forward, and she gasped, feeling another flare of arousal as his hardness rubbed against her naked thigh.
Veronica turned to face him, and ran her fingernails down his chest and abs until she reached the buttons of his pants and his belt. She fumbled a little as she worked to undo the fastening, but eventually she was rewarded for her efforts, and she was able to slide her hand beneath the elastic of his boxers.
Veronica’s eyes widened as she wrapped her fingers around the girth of his cock, and was shocked to find that her fingers couldn’t completely surround him. She looked up into Frank’s eyes, and he gave her a smirk, letting her know just how proud he was of his thickness. She vaguely wondered if he had the length to match.
With little preamble, Veronica slid out of the chair, and pressed against Frank’s shoulders until he followed her motions, and he took up the space in the hair that she had once occupied. Veronica hastily removed his shoes and socks, and then moved to grip the waistband of his pants and underwear, jerking them down his legs.
Veronica’s jaw dropped shamelessly as she got sight of his cock. It was every bit as long as it was thick, and it stood proudly erect, ready for whatever would come. Veronica felt a flutter of nerves. She didn’t want to start comparing, but Calvin was nowhere near this size. She felt like she had felt before giving her first blowjob.
She looked up at Frank, and her nerves disappeared as she realized he was every bit as apprehensive as she was. In the midst of her lust, she felt a much more tender emotion in her stomach bloom as she realized just how human this man was.
Her lust returned in full force, though, as she saw his cock twitch. Without hesitation, Veronica got down on her knees between his thighs. She ran her nails along his inner thighs, and she heard his sharp intake of air as she gently traced along his balls.
Finally, Veronica rapped her hand around his cock at the base, and pumped up along its length. She heard Frank release a soft moan, and saw him arch his hips up into her touch. Veronica felt a rush of heat as she saw a drop of precome form on his tip.
Veronica leaned her head forward and licked from his base to his tip, gathering up the drop of moisture, relishing the salty taste. More followed, and Veronica continued to pump him, using his own fluids as lubricants. Finally, she dipped her head further down, and she took the tip of his length in her mouth, bobbing her head lightly and flicking her tongue along his frenulum each time she withdrew.
Frank as largely quiet, only releasing the occasion pant or soft moan. Veronica could tell, though, by his straining muscles, that he was enjoying her treatment. Inspired by his reactions, Veronica relaxed the back of her throat, and pushed past her gag reflex, taking his entire length down her throat.
Veronica felt Frank’s hand at the back of her head, and heard his growling. She could feel his body vibrating beneath her, and she knew he was likely working hard to keep from roughly thrusting into her throat.
Veronica’s eyes were tearing up, and her lungs were beginning to cry out from a lack of air, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull off of him, knowing that he was enjoying it. She began to contract her throat muscles as best she could in an attempt to give him as much pleasure as she could.
She felt Frank’s hands on either side of her face, and she expected him to hold her head still as he thrust into her throat, but she was surprised when he began to pull her off. Veronica gagged a little as he pulled out of her, and she took in a fast breath of air.
Frank released her face and moved his hand to take her up under the arms so that she was kneeling on the chair over him.
“That’s enough of that,” Frank growled, and Veronica shivered as he took hold of her hips.