“No.”
I smother her protests with kisses and grind my cock deep inside her. I’m throbbing with a climax that isn’t prepared to wait around, so I roll over onto my back and pull her on top of me in an attempt to slow it down. She straddles my hips and I crush her breasts with my hands, watching her slide on and off me, mesmerized.
“Fuck me, baby.”
Remy slides her feet close to my hips and bounces on my erection, her upper body supported by my hands, her wetness trickling down my length and coating my balls. Her hair finds its way out of its band and falls over her face, and she huffs it away.
But her eyes never leave mine.
Even when her breathing grows ragged, and her cheeks are rosy.
“Come for me, baby.”
She slides a hand down between her legs and finds her clit. I hear the catch in her breathing and drag her off my cock, holding her hips still while I shuffle underneath her, placing my mouth directly underneath her pussy.
“You’re throbbing.” I slide a finger inside her and lower her onto my mouth. Then I suck on her clit until her orgasm explodes on my tongue.
In slow motion, she leans forward on all fours, panting, her pussy still in my mouth, legs trembling violently.
“Stay right there.” I slide out from under her and enter her from behind. Gripping her hips, I find my rhythm, and my own climax bursts out of me faster than it has done since I was a teenager with no self-control.
4
REMY
“Hold it right there,”Ariel’s voice barks at me through my cell.
I’m sitting on a bench in Central Park, phone pressed against my ear, sweat pooling between my breasts inside my sports bra from my morning jog. The sun is beating down on the back of my neck, so I stand up and turn my face towards it instead.
“Let me get this straight,” Ariel continues.
My roommate and best friend is still visiting family and not due back for another week, but I didn’t know who else to speak to. My mom is wrapped up in her new boyfriend, Pedro. My dad has… well, I can’t even remember which girlfriend he’s currently with. Not that I could speak to my dad about this even if he wasn’t reliving his misspent youth, going to music festivals, dressing like a young Mick Jagger, and dating women young enough to be his daughter.
“You had sex twice,” Ariel is still talking, “he hasn’t spoken to you since, and now you want to pull a sickie so that you don’t have to see him. Am I missing something here? Like thepart where you fucked yourself without any input from your incredibly wealthy and undeniably hot boss.”
I suck in a deep breath. It sounds different when Ariel says it, and I can almost see her with her hands on her hips, dreadlocks trailing down her back, big brown eyes narrowed with disbelief. It’s worse than that though; I was taking the softly-softly approach.
“I’m thinking of quitting.”
“Oh no you don’t, missy.” Ariel has adopted the stern tone she usually saves for when I let someone walk all over me. Her words, not mine. It happens regularly given my intense fear of confrontation. “Did he, or did he not, say that you’d bewitched him?”
“Yes, but?—”
“Good. For a moment there, I thought that I’d imagined the phone call where you told me that he fucked you on the sheepskin rug.”
“Ariel!” I smile at a woman walking a white poodle that has a serious amount of attitude.
My friend is on a roll now though. “Did he also tell you, in Gaelic, that you’re his? ‘Ariel, it was so sexy I almost came in my panties’.” She repeats what I told her the following day, in a perfect imitation of my voice.
“Well, yes, but?—”
“And do you, or do you not need the money from this gig for that little debt called a student loan?”
“Yes.” This time, I don’t even bother with the ‘but’. I sense that she isn’t done talking.
“So please explain to me why you would walk away from a job that pays well. A job, I might add, where the boss is an adonis if your description is to be believed, because he hasn’t lured you into his private elevator and jammed the mechanism so that he can fuck you undisturbed on your break.”
Now there’s an image.
