Chapter 5

Connor

I woke up that next morning with an erection that could cut diamonds. I took a quick look down and saw that I’d apparently stripped down to nothing just before going to bed, and now my cock was pointing straight up at the ceiling, the length throbbing with arousal. I didn’t remember taking my clothes off before hopping into bed—I guess I’d been more worn out from the day than I’d thought.

The kiss.

It flooded back into my mind, blotting out everything else. I’d done it. I really had. I’d let my attraction get the better of me and planted a kiss right on those sexy fucking lips of Alice’s. And I would’ve taken things further if she hadn’t had the presence of mind to rein it in.

But my cock didn’t care. It was hard as hell and had a mind of its own. Right now it was begging me to rush into Alice’s room, wake her up, and give her the ravishing of a lifetime.

Not a chance, pal, I thought, trying to send a message to my prick to calm things down. My cock wasn’t in the mood to listen, however, and I knew I needed to do something.

So, I reached down, wrapped my hand around my hot, thick length, and closed my eyes.

Instantly I was in a world of my own creation, one where I could do anything I wanted. And what I wanted was what was right before me: Alice, on a bed, wearing nothing but sheer red panties, her heavy breasts exposed, her pink nipples hard and pointy.

“There he is,” she said, a seductive smile on her face. “Wondering when you would show up.”

I glanced down in my mind’s eye and saw that I was just as hard in my imagination as I was in the real world.

Alice sat back, her palms down on the bed. Her ripe, smooth legs were crossed, her pussy hidden from view, her dark brown hair draped down rakishly. Her grass-green eyes flicked down to my cock, which by now was throbbing so hard I felt like it might just come on its own. I stepped toward her, cutting the distance down until my prick was only a few inches from her face. My hands shot down to her thighs to spread them open, but dream-Alice stopped me.

“Not yet,” she said, her eyes turning to my cock. “I’ve missed this guy. Let me and him get a little reacquainted before we get too crazy.”

Fine with me, I thought, slowly stroking my cock in the real world.

Dream-Alice wrapped her slim fingers around me and began to stroke.

“Just as gorgeous as I remember,” she said. “Let’s see if it tastes just as good.”

She dragged her tongue over her lips, getting them nice and wet. Then, she leaned forward and kissed the tip of my head, a shiver of pleasure running through my body at the feeling of her lips on me.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

Then she opened her mouth and took my whole head inside of her. She closed her lips around the ridge of my head, forming a tight seal and holding fast, letting me enjoy the warm wetness of her mouth. I felt her tongue slip and slide over the curves of the end of my cock as I ran my hands through her hair.

“Yep,” she said, taking my cock out of her mouth. “Just as delicious as I remember.”

She went right back to work. Alice wrapped her lips around my head once again, this time moving her mouth down further, taking every inch of me into her. When she reached the base she glanced back up with seductive eyes and flashed me a wink. I took a deep breath as I moved my hands through her hair.

Alice then moved back up to my end, giving the head just a little more sucking and licking, then letting me drop out of her mouth.

“I don’t know about you,” she said, spreading her legs wide open. “But that’s about all the foreplay I can take. I need you to fuck me, Connor. Fuck me hard and deep, just like you used to.”

The pace of my stroking in the real world was steady and firm, and I knew that it wouldn’t take much more of it for me to shoot the load building in my balls.

Back in the fantasy I took in the sight of Alice in nothing but her panties, a come-hither expression on her face as she sat spread-legged in front of me, my cock pointing right at her. I reached down and slipped a finger under the waistband of her panties, ripping them off effortlessly and tossing them aside, exposing her pussy lips, red and wet and swollen and ready.

I pounced on her like a lion moving in for the kill. Alice fell back onto the bed, her hair splayed out around her angelic face.

“There we go,” she said. “Now give me what I want.”

I reached down and took hold of my prick, pressing the head against her dripping wet cunt for a moment, then plunging it into her.

“Oh, fuck!” she yelled as I shoved every inch into her. “Goddamn!”

The sensation was fucking heavenly. Alice was warm and tight, her lips wrapped around the base of my prick. I didn’t waste any time in reaching a deep, full thrusting pace. Propped up on my arms, I pounded her relentlessly, my eyes alternating between her expression of sensual agony and the sight of her succulent, ripe breasts bouncing back and forth with each penetration.

I glanced down, taking in the sight of her body, taking in the sight of my prick entering her over and over again.

“Oh, you’re gonna make me come,” she moaned. “No one makes me come like you, Connor. No one.”

I felt her hands clap down onto my ass as she guided me into her, pointing my prick in the exact direction that she wanted. My cum rose up in my cock, and I was soon on the verge of exploding. I closed my eyes, focused, and let it go.

“Ah, ah,” she moaned as I fired my load deep inside of her. “Give me it all. Give me every last drop, baby.”

I grunted and winced as I came, the eruption of pleasure almost too much to handle.

“There we go,” she said as my cum filled her.

The real world returned into stark clarity as my orgasm faded. I took a few deep breaths, shaking my head as I glanced down at the sight of my prick, my hand and cock covered in milky-white cum.

As much I wanted to spend more time in fantasyland, I knew that there was a day ahead of me that wasn’t going anywhere. I hopped out of bed and into the shower, getting myself good and clean after the fun I’d just had. And as I washed my body, I couldn’t help but wonder what the morning was going to be like.

I was soon dressed and ready to go. Once I stepped out into the apartment, however, I noticed just how quiet it was. Then, I spotted the door to the spare bedroom. It was open a crack and I peeked in. Sure enough, it was empty. Alice was long gone.

My phone was on the kitchen counter and I fired off a quick text.

“Leaving so soon? I was going to make pancakes and everything.”

The response came a few moments later.

“Didn’t feel like waiting around. I’ll message you later with the plans for getting the interviews started.”

I typed up a reply, my fingers hesitating over the letters for a moment as I tried to figure out just what to say what I wanted to ask.

“The plan…still on?”

To be honest, I’d half-expected to find the engagement ring sitting on the dining room table.

“Still on. In it to win it, I guess.”

A smile formed on my lips. Good girl.

I woke up Hunter and got him dressed and ready for the day. Eliza stopped by as I drank my coffee to walk him to school.

An hour or so later I was at the hospital, ready to start the day.

“Morning, Dr. Rex,” said the nurse at the reception desk. “Mr. Hart wants to see you.”

I froze in place.

“Tell him I’ll be right up.”

I was more than a little curious what Lionel wanted. After all, he’d made the circumstance of the situation more than clear during our last little chat. A tinge of anxiety formed in my gut as I wondered if he was going to tell me that they’d already decided, that Richter, that little prick, was already picked for the position.

“Come in,” called out Lionel from the inside of his office after I gave the doors a quick rap.

I stepped into his office where Lionel was seated at the large, oak desk that dominated the room. He gestured for me to sit down.

“Morning,” I said, slipping into one of the high-backed leather chairs across from him.

“Good morning,” he said. “And…congratulations, I should say.”

He placed his hand on the top of his computer monitor and turned it around. On the screen was a video clip of my date last night with Alice, taken by one of the other patrons in the restaurant.

“Damn,” I said. “News gets around fast.”

“We live in the age of social media,” said Lionel. “You can’t do anything public without everyone knowing about it.”

“Well, cat’s out of the bag,” I said, holding up my palms.

“You work fast,” he said.

I realized that I needed to choose my words carefully to make sure the ruse went down smooth.

“Her name’s Alice,” I said. “We were an item all the way back in high school. We reconnected a little while back and ended up picking up things right where we left off. After our conversation yesterday I realized that I didn’t really have a good reason for not taking things to the next level.”

“Well,” said Lionel. “I’m happy to know that our chat was just the thing you needed to move in the right direction.”

He clapped his hands together and raised his eyebrows.

“And I want to meet her!” he said. “You’re something of a son to me, Connor, and nothing would make me happier than meeting the woman who’s going to make an honest man out of you.”

“I’d like that,” I said.

“And the rest of the board feels the same way. How would you feel about a dinner with all of us sometime in the near future? This weekend, perhaps?”

Things felt like they were already getting a little out of hand. But I knew there was no going back now.

“Sounds great,” I said. “I’ll let Alice know.”

“Perfect,” said Lionel. “I’ll let you start your day, then.”

Lionel bid me another congratulations and I was out of the office, wondering just what the hell I’d gotten myself into.