Chapter 4 #3
The office is deserted. The rest of the staff always seem to leave on the dot of six, so it’s quiet as I stroll through Reception.
I’m just about to press the button for the lift when I hear heavy footsteps coming towards me across the marble floor.
I know it’s him.
I just know it.
I can’t explain how, but every molecule in my body reacts – as if there’s some weird cosmic connection between us.
I turn to face him, preparing to make a smart quip about him needing me to stay behind to ‘polish his paperweight’. But before I can utter a word, he strides straight up to me, his dark eyes full of an intent that makes my stomach swoop with excitement, and his mouth crashes down onto mine.
I take a couple of stumbling steps backwards and feel my back meeting the wall behind me.
Without a pause, his lips brutally force mine open, so he can slide his tongue into my mouth. It’s as if he’s punishing me for something – perhaps for turning him on and snapping his control when he’s been working so hard to resist this dangerous connection between us.
But, oh, it feels so fucking good.
God, the taste of him: it’s like power and testosterone and sex mixed into a heady, addictive elixir.
It’s everything I imagined – and so much more – and I revel in the darkly sensual essence of him as it twists through my senses.
His kisses are so demanding I have no choice but to sink into them, allowing him to fully take the lead, and as his mouth moves roughly over mine and his tongue slides into me, I can’t help but let out a moan of satisfaction.
The noise I make causes him to still, and I cry out in frustration as he pulls away from me, his dark eyes flashing with barely controlled desire.
‘Don’t stop now,’ I bite out, the frantic need for this to reach completion throbbing through my body like an insistent heartbeat.
Staring into my eyes, he lets his fingers find the hem of my skirt and roughly pushes it up my thighs.
Then he cups my pussy, grinding the heel of his hand against me.
I drag in a breath at the shocking, intimate touch, and curse the flimsy material of my knickers that prevents his fingertips from dipping inside me.
He leans towards me, his breath hot on my neck. ‘You think you should have a reward, do you?’ he mutters into my ear.
‘Yes. I want one. I deserve one,’ I hiss back. The delicious sensations of his touch are tipping me into a near-frantic state of longing.
‘I don’t know if you do…’ he teases in a low growl, and I almost punch him in frustration.
‘Please, please!’ I moan as he starts to make firm circling motions with his hand. It feels amazing, but I need more. Much more.
He puts his hand on my jaw and turns my face towards him, so I’m forced to look him in the eye as he continues the maddening rhythm of his hand against me. It’s so intimate, so immediate, that I feel myself start to shake with anticipation.
We both freeze as the sound of footsteps rings out in the stairwell next to where he has me pressed against the wall.
I swear in frustration as he slides his hand away from my needy body. He’s not going to stop this now, is he? Please, God, no.
But it seems my fear is unwarranted, because he doesn’t move away.
Instead, he slides his hands under my thighs and lifts me up, holding me against his powerful body and carrying me into a meeting room.
After kicking the door shut he presses me back against the wall while he turns the lock, his eyes never leaving mine.
And it’s on, baby.
It’s fucking on.
* * *
Benedict
I put my finger to my lips. If we’re going to do this, we’ll have to be quiet about it.
She nods her understanding.
I kiss her again, hard, loving the feeling of her soft, pliant mouth under mine.
Her breath is coming fast and thickly, and as I slide my hands up her thighs and twist my fingers into the soaked material of her knickers, I hear it hitch in her throat.
She lowers her legs from where she has them wrapped around my waist, so I can tug the flimsy scrap of silk down her thighs, and she steps out of them as they fall to the floor at our feet.
‘Hmm, now… how should I reward you?’ I murmur, feeling her body tremble against me. I pull back to scan her face and the arousal I see in her eyes makes my cock throb against the confines of my trousers.
‘You could fuck me. Right now,’ she whispers against my lips, with that trademark audacity of hers.
And I find I like that suggestion. A lot.
Shoving my hand into my pocket, I fish out the condom I stashed in my wallet this morning on a whim.
Not because I was expecting anything to happen between us today – in fact as I travelled in, I was pretty certain I wouldn’t let anything happen between us ever again.
But I’m mightily glad I put it there now.
As soon as she sees what I’m holding between my fingers she lets out a hiss of triumph through her teeth and immediately goes to undo my belt.
‘No need to rush,’ I mutter, raising a chastising eyebrow at her eagerness. But she ignores me, tugging the button of my trousers open and sliding down my fly.
‘Yes, there is,’ she grinds out. ‘I’ve been thinking about this for weeks, and I think I’m going to explode if you don’t stick your cock in me right fucking now.’
I can’t help but laugh, but I’m immediately silenced as she slides her hand into my boxers and takes a firm hold of my dick. Desire lances me, and I have to take a deep breath to centre myself.
She’s not the only one who’s about ready to explode with sexual frustration.
Despite telling myself over and over that I have to stay away from her, my body is keen to remind me just what I’ve been holding out on.
I need to give in to this mad urge to be inside her, to fuck her swiftly and greedily, until I’ve finally satisfied the hunger that’s been growing in me ever since I laid eyes on her in that bathtub.
But I’m also intensely aware that I need to keep my wits about me. This could all go horribly wrong if I’m not careful.
Tearing open the packet, I remove the condom with shaking fingers. Her hand is moving swiftly up and down my cock now, and I have to forcibly knock it away so I can roll the condom on.
Once it’s in place I slide one hand under her thigh and lift her leg, encouraging her to lock it around my waist, then I take a moment to tease her, swiping the head of my cock back and forth over her swollen clit, playing between her folds as I stare into her eyes.
I can feel how engorged she is and it’s clear she’s very ready for me.
This observation is proved right when she lets out a quiet moan of frustration and whispers, ‘Please, please, please! Just fucking do it!’
Her eyes are wild with need as I push inside her, taking it slowly at first, moving inch by pleasurable inch, and the sensation of her clenching around my cock nearly blows my mind.
I’m pleased to see her jaws clamp together, as if she’s holding back her groan. She’s obeying my command not to make any noise, and this realisation sends a shot of fiery adrenaline straight down my spine.
I’m in charge here and she’s letting me know it. She’s mine to control, this feisty, fascinating woman. All mine. The knowledge of this is so powerful I actually have to think about something bland and unsexy to stop myself from coming right then.
Once I’m sure she’s comfortably stretched to take me, I throw off my leisureliness and begin to pound into her hard, feeling her grasp my arms as my thrusts push her up the wall.
Her breath pants out of her, and her grip tightens as I change position, so that I’m hitting her sweet spot each time I thrust. I can tell she’s close to orgasm because she starts to bite her lip, and her breathing quietens as if she’s concentrating hard on not allowing herself to cry out, and a few strokes later she comes hard around my cock, burying her mouth against my shoulder to stifle her moans.
I waste no more time holding back and finally let myself go, slamming into her hard and feeling the waves of my own orgasm overtake me, dragging me under into a world of mindless sensation.
* * *
Maya
Afterwards, he watches me with hooded eyes as I smooth my skirt back down my legs, then attempt to flatten my rumpled hair.
There’s a weird sort of tautness in the air between us now – that awkward transition between the end of sex and leaving. The playfulness of our previous encounters isn’t there any more. Things feel suddenly more serious between us – perhaps because we now know how amazing fucking each other can be.
There’s no point denying it any more: we’re good together.
Despite loving every second of what we just did, I realise I’m strangely edgy. I’ve never felt like this after sex before. It’s always been about the pure pleasure of the climax, but this time it’s different. I feel more emotionally connected to him, somehow. I guess because I actually like him.
I really like him.
‘I should go,’ I say, not wanting to think too hard about this disturbing revelation.
He just nods and unlocks the door, peering out to check the coast is clear before making a gesture for me to exit the room.
On shaky legs I walk to the lift and press the ‘down’ button, feeling his dominating presence at my back.
The lift arrives immediately and I step inside, then turn around to flash him a nonchalant grin as the doors begin to close between us.
‘Who knew you could be so wild, Mr Chivers?’ I say. Though of course I’d known he was capable of it all along. That’s why I’d wanted to break him so much. To finally be allowed to experience it.
He slams his hand against the doors, halting their progress. ‘Don’t call me Mr Chivers,’ he bites out with a frown. ‘Not now.’
‘So what do you want me to call you then? Sir?’ I tease.
‘Ben. Just call me Ben.’
‘So we’re finally on first-name terms, after sexual encounter number four.’
To my dismay I’m awarded another frown for that.
‘Look, I’m sorry,’ he says, rubbing a hand over his jaw, ‘but I don’t feel comfortable with the boss-employee dynamic after what we’ve just done.’
His expression is so serious my stomach does a strange nervous roll. Surely he’s not going to call a halt to this now? Not when I know how good it can be with him? I’ll go mad.
I flap a hand at him. ‘Look, it’s okay. I wanted this. I pretty much begged you for it.’ The grin I shoot him is rueful. ‘And, anyway, you’re not really my boss. You don’t pay me a wage and I can walk away any time I like,’ I point out.
There’s a small weighted pause before he nods, then says, ‘Are you okay with this being a casual, discreet fling? Just till your time here is up? I’m not in the market for a relationship at the moment.’
Is that what he’s worried about? That I’ll boil his bunny if he refuses to be my boyfriend?
‘Absolutely fine by me. I’m not exactly the serious relationship type myself,’ I say with a reassuring smile – though for some reason I’m actually feeling a bit wobbly about agreeing to a definite end date to this. Or am I spun because he’s so keen to keep me a secret?
I force myself to shake off my concern. If there’s no likelihood of it lasting past my time here, why should I care anyway?
I see relief cross his face – which only increases my insecurity.
‘Good,’ he says.
‘Well, if that’s everything, I’ll see you tomorrow, Ben,’ I say, dredging up a grin and nodding pointedly towards where his hand is still holding the lift doors open.
I have the strongest urge to be on my own now – to clear my head and get my racing heartbeat under control.
‘Looking forward to it, Maya,’ he replies smoothly, and I’m relieved to finally see a twinkle of warmth in his dark eyes as he releases his grip on the doors and they slide closed between us.