Chapter 11
Kyle
There was nothing more I wanted than to take her, as she put it. My dick practically screamed for me to set him free, but I wanted to savor her. Having her laying there as I intensely eye-fucked her was the ultimate exercise in restraint.
Whenever around Vanessa, I had to have her. This was nothing new and had been my M.O. since the day we met. But there was something about her that turned me on more than anything I thought possible.
After my willpower tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Get the fuck on with it,” I took two steps forward. I removed my glasses and tossed them on the table beside her. Pulling her fingers from her slick heat, I shoved them in my mouth. Vanessa’s eyes grew heavy. My tongue swirled to lick them clean and savor her taste. Without hesitation, I released her hand, grabbed the back of her neck, and crashed my lips onto hers.
Our tongues glided, twirled, and licked. She wrapped her ankles around my back, tugging me closer to her. Her naked ass scooched forward, her wet pussy mere inches away from my denim-clad dick. All of this needed to be rectified. Both of us needed to be naked.
My eyes cut to the glass wall since we were essentially in a fishbowl. It wasn’t that I expected anyone to come waltzing in, but it could happen… and right now, she was for my eyes only. In a swift motion, I slid my hands under her naked ass. As I bent at the knees, Vanessa grabbed her things off of the floor before I carried her into my office. My first thought was the couch, but then my desk turned into a beacon.
I set her down for a minute to close the mechanical blinds in my office while she tossed her things onto my chair. Once we were shielded, I stripped her top half naked and shed my clothes. My eyes pinned to hers, I pulled a condom out of my back pocket and then remembered the paperwork we swapped. “Oh, right. We don’t need this,” I said, tossing it aside with a grin.
My hands went right for her. Starting at her shoulders, moving down every part of her gorgeous body. Her skin was smooth, firm, and still as soft as a woman’s should be.
“Turn and bend over. This one is going to be fast, but I promise you, it will still be phenomenal.”
She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “I have no doubt.”
The term sex goddess didn’t hold a candle to this woman. Vanessa had confidence in spades, which was hot as fuck. Without pause, she turned, grabbed the sides of my desk with her hands, and wiggled her ass back until it just grazed the tip of my dick.
Before I fucked her, I touched her. One finger slid in, then two, and then I added a third, causing her ass to lift. I gave her a gentle tap, but I’d never hurt her. “You know… spanking turns some people on. I’m not into it, at least not with my hand. Maybe one day I’ll mark this fine ass with a crop, Nessa.”
“I prefer a flogger.”
“That’s the only toy I don’t own. I’ll have to get one, then.”
“Promises… promises.”
My response was to curve my entire body over hers, kiss her neck, and thrust hard and deep inside of her. “Fuuuck,” I said as my balls came to rest on her clit. Holy shit, I never wanted to remove myself from her. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone so fast because I wasn’t at all prepared for what she felt like. Tight, smooth, warmth surrounded me in such a perfect way, I literally stopped in my tracks forgetting how to perform simple motor skills such as thrusting.
She pushed back to get me to move, wanting more, needing more. I stood and gripped her hips, holding her in place as I watched my dick slide in and out of her.
“Holy Christ, Nessa. You have no idea what I’m dealing with right now. Fucking you raw is indescribable.” I pulled out to my tip, only to quickly piston back inside her. A tiny gasp meant Vanessa enjoyed my method, and I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
“Your ass is perfection.” I clutched her right cheek with my hand and gave it a squeeze. “One day, I want to make it mine, just like I made your pussy mine.”
In a rushed breath, she said, “I want that, too.”
What? Did she just agree to anal? Holy fuck. I was green-lighted, and even though it wouldn’t be happening today, it would happen. I planned to take her every way possible.
Those four words turned my cock into a jackhammer. There was no way of slowing down. I straightened and watched my cock slide in and out of her. Papers that I had in a neat pile were now scattered. With each pump, my desk shifted slightly from where it had been. Jesus Christ, I’d never be able to work again without picturing this moment.
“I’m so close, Kyle. Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
Her wet heat pulsed, tightened, and milked my cock dry as we came together while yelling each other’s names.
“Holy fuck, Vanessa.” I flashed her a grin. “Amazing. Admit my idea was genius.”
Still in her post-coital bliss, she easily agreed. “Brilliant.”
Grabbing her chin, I curved my body over hers and kissed her hard on the lips. “I know. You and I could be onto something.” She accepted my offered hand and straightened. I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out a few tissues. While wiping her clean, I went on to say, “Just think…”
“What are you doing?” Her hand gripped my wrist as her cheeks flushed a deep rose hue.
“I just fucked you bareback, Nessa. I’m cleaning you up,” I stated the obvious. Removing her hand, I continued and then tossed the tissues into the trash. “Anyway, I was saying. Just think of all the angst and stress so many could avoid if they signed up to an arrangement like ours.”
The awkwardness slipped away as quickly as it came. Side by side we added clothes in the reverse order we removed them.
“Fuck all the dating services making millions, we should start our own for people just like us who want great sex without the hassle of dating. Call it something like, No Strings Attached or E-Fuckery.”
She laughed and shook her head. “E-Fuckery?”
“Yeah. It takes out all the awkward unanswered questions of when and how.”
“Before you go sinking all your money into your idea, why don’t we take some time to see if this so-called arrangement even works out?”
“Why wouldn’t it work out?” Once we were dressed, I pulled her into my embrace. “I’ll even make you vice president.”
“Why am I vice president?”
“Because it was my idea,” I responded with an obvious eye-roll.
“It was because of me you came up with the idea.” She pointed over my shoulder. “Just like that sinful fragrance you worked on.” Her finger then tapped her right boob. “All me.”
She had me there.
It was all her.
Since meeting her, the creative juices within me flowed in abundance–almost as much as my sexual ones did. I pretended to ponder her point. “Fine. Your title can be over mine on paper, but I’m over you everywhere else.”
“I can live with that.”
A phone ringing in the lab reminded me where we were. “Want to hang out for a bit while I finish up? We can grab dinner afterward.”
“Dinner?” The one word question seemed heavy enough to halt the movement of her hands as she finger-combed her hair.
“Uh, yeah. Dinner.” I closed the distance between us to fix a thick strand that stood straight up on the top of her head. “You know that stuff you shovel into your mouth to fuel your body every evening? Otherwise known as food.” Our faces were only a few inches apart, and up close her beauty overwhelmed me. The tether between our gazes sparked with electricity. In the way her green eyes widened, I knew she felt it, too.
Just as I was about to kiss her, she shoved me, effectively killing the moment between us. I’d been in pretty compromising situations with this woman, yet staring into my eyes freaked her out. I allowed her the distance she needed and took a step back.
Either she was a great actress or I overestimated our connection as she nonchalantly walked out of my office. “I meant, dinner sounds like a date,” she called out over her shoulder.
“Why is getting food a date?” I challenged, again following and coming to stand before her. As a test, I cupped her face and forced her to meet my gaze. “Nessa, stop over thinking this so much. We’re simply having a meal. It doesn’t have to be any major production. In fact, if you want, we can grab dinner and go back to my place. Eat it on the floor, naked. Eat it off each other naked. Whatever you want.”
“Okay, fine.” She gripped my wrists, pulled them away, and plopped down on a stool at the table where I was working when she came in. “Naked dinner at your place it is.” With a wave of her hand toward my current project, she said, “So, show me how you work your fragrance magic.”
My test proved correct. She wasn’t comfortable with intimacy… and now knowing that, I planned to have some fun with her. “Magic is my middle name,” I responded, pulling my stool right up against hers until our hips aligned. With our bodies so close, it didn’t take much to lean in and whisper into her ear. “Most of my magic begins with this.” Her stiffening at the moment I sucked on her earlobe contradicted her stifled moan.
Oh, yes. This was going to be lots of fun.
Vanessa
The first and only time I went to Kyle’s apartment, I really didn’t pay attention to my surroundings. I was too preoccupied with the internal debate on whether taking him up on his offer and showing up at his place was the right thing to do.
That wasn’t me. I wasn’t the chick who dropped everything and ran because a man told me to. Yet, there I was at his door because of his suggestion.
So, the frou-frou marble lobby, the poor sap in the brass-buttoned navy blazer complete with epaulettes, and the smoky-mirrored elevator went unnoticed on my first visit.
Tonight, with Kyle beside me as we made the eternal trek from lobby to the eighteenth floor, this time there wasn’t a detail I didn’t miss. He respected my silence and thankfully said nothing until we walked into his apartment.
He led me from the foyer to the only room I had become familiar with. The sight of that kitchen island caused my vagina to tighten at the memory of what he did to me when I was last on it. How did I not notice the opulence of the connecting family room that screamed New York success? My entire apartment could fit in that one space.
There were two long leather couches, plenty of tables, and all the electronic necessities every respectful bachelor needed in this day and age. It may not have been as sprawling as the Sorens’ penthouse, but it was just as stunning. I was impressed.
After he took my coat and removed his own, I continued my perusal of the space. The man was seriously OCD. There wasn’t a thing out of place, a napkin on a counter, or so much as any evidence a human even lived there. I felt him before I heard him when his chest pressed into my back. “Why are you so quiet?” he asked with lips directly at my ear.
There was no way I’d admit to being embarrassed that my apartment was a mess, while his was immaculate, manly in all the right ways, a work of art. “Tell me you have a cleaning lady and that you’re not just a freak.”
“A freak?” He chuckled, causing a warm puff of air to hit my neck. The effect was as sexy as his lips touching me. “Yes, I have a cleaning lady, but I still prefer things clean and organized.”
“So, you are a freak then. No one lives like this. It’s disgusting,” I teased, and another hearty laugh escaped at my insult.
“My apologies. I guess I like things in their place,” he said, still standing directly behind me. He moved his hands to my shoulders as he added, “Once I find something that works, I rarely deviate. I’m a man with a plan.” The innuendo in his admission had me twisting around in order to see him. Amusement had turned his handsome manly features into adorable boyish ones. “What?”
“What about spontaneity? Winging it? Keeping things exciting?” His eyes narrowed as he searched my face.
“Are we still talking about my apartment? Because if you veered onto a different subject, I’ve proven that I’m pretty fucking spontaneous, Nessa.” And just like that, the fun banter turned more serious. The tone in his voice, combined with the affronted look on his face, forced me to change the subject.
“How about a tour of this place? Last time I never got out of this kitchen, then again I really never got off that island.” At the hint of what occurred on the island, a brilliant smile suddenly spread and all of his ire disappeared.
“Sure. I’ll start with my other favorite room.” Not giving me a choice, he grabbed my hand and pulled me down a hallway to the third and last door at the end. With a flourish, he opened it and said, “Ta-da.”
More shades of gray decorated his bedroom. Nondescript white pleated shades covered the enormous wall-to-wall windows. My guess was when drawn his view was of 2nd Avenue. His furniture throughout was more contemporary than traditional, but with an obvious masculine influence. I could feel his eyes on me as I examined the room he dubbed his favorite.
“This is where some of my best magic happens,” he bragged shamelessly.
“Maybe you should have gone as Copperfield to the party and not The Riddler.”
“You’re a comedienne. Maybe I should fuck the hilarity right out of you,” he countered. Kyle lifted me with little effort and tossed me onto his impeccably made bed. His eyes seared into mine as he raised the hem of his light blue T-Shirt and flung it on the floor. The feel of silky fabric beneath me, combined with his predatory glare, hindered my breath from escaping without effort. He noticed and gave me a cocky smirk.
While standing at the foot of the bed, and while his fingers worked the button and zipper on his jeans, the Man with a Plan informed me of his plan. “I hope you’re not starving because dinner is going to be a while.”