Chapter Four
Oscar
Honestly, I didn’t expect her to show up. I made sure the apartment was ready, the bar was stocked, the candles were lit and I was dressed to impress. But, as the clock struck ten, I had a sinking feeling that Kayla was not going to turn up. Why would she? She could have any man she wanted, why would she spend the night with her boss? With a deal that I was convinced would scare her off?
I had nothing more to offer her than I had already done. I was emotionally suffocated and I had to make sure that she knew it from the start. Anything else would be unfair. I laid it all out on the table for her and she accepted it.
I stood staring out of my penthouse windows at the view of the city. The city I grew up in, where my family made its fortune and where I had learned to love and then hate. I was sure Kayla could see it in my eyes too, the emptiness. My inability to connect with another human being, after Sandra. She was the first girl I had fallen in love with, the only one, and then she left me. Or rather, she slept with my brother and I left her.
The bell rang at five minutes past ten and I emptied the glass of whiskey I had been drinking before I walked over to open the door.
She must have seen the look of surprise in my eyes. Not only could I not believe that she had turned up, but I also hadn’t thought that Kayla could look any more gorgeous, but she did.
She was in a short leather dress. Black. Tight at the bust so that her cleavage was deep and plump. I could see the shape of her waist, and then the way her butt bulged out. She left her hair open again, and it was styled in soft waves around her shoulders. She was in high silver heels that clicked against the cold marble floor of my apartment when she walked in.
She was wearing big silver hoops in her ears that swung when she looked around my new house. There was silver on her eyelids, just a soft touch and a dark rich plum lipstick that pronounced her lips even more. There was nothing more that I wanted to do than to rip that dress off her body.
“Welcome to my home, Kayla,” I said as I led the way into the living room. She was slow to follow me, and when she entered the room it was evident that she was impressed by what she saw.
The only instructions I had given my designer was that I wanted the house to be decorated in shades of gray, black and white and the result was stunning. It looked even more minimalistic and luxurious than my flat in London. The view, of course, added to the look and now that I had the lights dimmed, the beautiful bright skyline of the city at night popped into view.
Kayla walked over to the French windows, placing her hands on the ledge to look out.
“This place looks great,” she said, her breath fogging up the glass.
I walked over to stand behind her and unable to contain myself any longer, I placed my hands on her small shoulders.
Her skin was just as smooth as I had predicted it to be. I could feel her muscles tense up under my touch, but only for a few seconds. She slowly turned around and looked up at me from under her long lashes.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked her, and after a few seconds of silence, she said, “No.”
I watched as she placed her hands on my chest, feeling the soft fabric of my shirt till she reached my shoulders.
“I would like to be fucked instead,” she said in a near whisper. Those words were all it took. I felt myself harden instantly. I’d been thinking about her all day. I’d watched her from the corner of my eye as she stood beside me at the board meeting. She was professional and serious and my heart was racing in my chest. This was too much. She had triggered something that I couldn’t stop any longer.
I leaned forward to take her lips in my mouth and we were kissing. Feverishly. My hands crept up her dress, feeling the smooth shiny material of the leather till they rested on her breasts.
They were large, too big for my hands and I gently squeezed them both. She moaned softly into my mouth and I smiled.
I could feel her hands trace the muscles of my abdomen and then down till she reached my throbbing dick. It was in her hands, while I flicked her erect nipples through her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
I needed air and I pulled away from her mouth. She looked instantly disappointed so I nibbled on her earlobe instead. My hands reached her back where the long zipper was, forming a trail down her back and over her butt. I pulled it down slowly while she continued to fondle me.
I didn’t think my dick could get any bigger, any harder but it did and she expertly undid my pants and brought it out to the open.
Her dress clung to her, even though I had pulled the zipper down and I slowly began to peel it off.
My dick was in her hands and she continued to massage it. I wanted to be inside her, to feel her body move against me. She was moaning softly as I pulled down her dress and her body was revealed.
She was big and beautiful. I grabbed her bare breasts and pulled them to my mouth. She gasped loudly when I sucked on a nipple, my dick pressing against her thigh now.
“Do it Oscar. Do it now,” she was begging me softly, her back arched against the windows as I continued sucking on her breasts.
When I heard her say it I whipped her around, and she was pressed face forward against the window. Those bare butts greeted me, bouncing as she moved. I was growing desperate now. Just the sight of them made me want to be inside her.
“Bend down,” I grunted and she followed my instructions. Holding on to the ledge, Kayla bent forward, sticking her butts out towards me. I grabbed them both and parted them so that my dick could find her wet center spot.
I slid in with a force I didn’t recognize. As a going away present in London, three women had fucked me there, together. And yet, I wanted Kayla with an urgency that couldn’t be explained.
I heard her moan loudly when I thrust myself in. She was tight and warm and I felt my eyes roll in my head as I went deeper and deeper. She was pressed up against the window, the city skyline in view as I began pumping into her.
In and out with force. I reached for her right leg and lifted it up and she moaned again. Her body was beautiful, I couldn’t see her face but her moaning meant that she was enjoying herself too.
I increased my pace, pushing her against the glass. I could see her rounded breasts, the nipples that I had just been sucking on, leaving imprints on the glass when she pulled away.
Her screaming got louder as I continued to pound, feeling her muscles shake with every push. She was nearing the edge and I got faster.
“Oh my God!” she screamed just as I felt her body quiver. Her back contracted and she fell backwards towards me, wrapping her arm around my body as she held on while her legs shook.
Her orgasm lasted several seconds, before her heart began to calm. I could feel her relaxing against me and I couldn’t help but smile. That was all I wanted to see since I first laid eyes on her: her spent body pressed naked against mine.
“Your turn,” she said suddenly. She whipped around and pulled me to her. She pressed her back against the glass this time and climbed on me. I had to quickly hold on to her hips so that she could wrap her legs around my waist.
Kayla moved her hips, so that this time I slid into her without knowing what was going on.
She was in mid air, hanging from my arms, her back against the windows while she moved against me. She had taken my dick by surprise.
I moved, pumped and thrust into her with a sudden burst and then I could feel my body giving up all self-control.
“Kayla,” I mumbled under my breath as I saw her breasts bouncing in front of me. My body jerked and I came inside her. I could feel myself oozing into her with force, my muscles continuing to twitch.
She was smiling as she moved her hips. I was holding on to her still, enjoying the sweet richness of the flesh between her legs.
“I’ll accept that drink now,” she said staring into my eyes. I released my grip on her hips and she jumped off. Walking away from me to the center of the room. Still completely naked, and disinterested in my state. I could barely stay standing.
“Help yourself,” I managed to say after a few seconds when I finally found my voice. She looked at me, followed my gaze and then walked over to the bar.
“There’s some wine if you like,” I said, following her now.
“Do you have something stronger?” she asked. I saw her body turn, twist at her waist as she looked into my eyes, casually. Like none of the things we just did had ever happened.
“Whiskey?”
“Sure,” she said, tucking in some of her loose hair behind her ears.
“There’s some Glenfiddich in the decanter,” I said and she had turned away from me again.
I picked my pants off the floor as I heard her pour the whiskey into a glass. When I looked up she was knocking back the glass in one go. She stood at the bar, in the dim light from the one shaded lamp I had kept lit in the living room. Her legs were slightly apart so that I could still her wetness, swollen and moist where I had entered her repeatedly.
She drank the glass and put it back on the bar counter, then looked at me.
“Thanks,” she said like she was thanking me for passing her a pen. Then she walked over to pick up her dress.
I was still reeling from the sex we just had. That orgasm had blown my mind and my body. I needed to lie down.
She slipped into her dress, slid up her zip and then ran her fingers through her hair to put it back into position.
“See you tomorrow then,” she said as she stepped into her previously discarded shoes.
“At the gym first?” I asked her.
“I’d prefer it if you arrived after eight. I like to work out on my own, in peace,” she said, walking out of the living room. I had still not dressed completely and I stumbled while following her.
“Thanks, Kayla,” I called after her, as I tried to keep up.
“Good night, Sir,” she said as she opened my front door.
And then she was gone.