Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Madison
I was messing up once again. Rather than steer the conversation towards the most beneficial route for me, I was probably making him doubt me. Making him doubt us. I mean, there was probably currently no "us," but he for sure had an idea in mind, and that was what I wanted to find out about. Or rather than find out, which would make me no doubt appear manipulative again, I decided to simply just state to him what I was capable of.
“I can keep things as platonic as possible between us, Sir,” I replied.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I can…” my gaze glanced towards the bed.
“I can do this with you, and when it comes time at work, I can also solely be your secretary. I won’t mix it up, and I won’t cross lines. And when that part of our relation has run its course, then we can amiably call it quits. If it becomes difficult for me to work for you as a result, I’ll resign, but I don’t think it will be. The guidelines and expectations are set from the very beginning with no miscommunication whatsoever.”
He watched me, and then he set down his fork. I watched as he picked up the bottle of red wine we had ordered and poured both of us a glass. We had completely forgotten about it and had just started eating. I awaited with bated breath for his response, although I pretended to resume eating, and soon enough, it came.
“Okay,” he said as he set the bottle down.
He raised his glass of red wine, and I knew immediately to do the same. We clinked to it, and it was settled. For a moment there, it felt as though the world around me had shifted.
Perhaps it was just my perception, but my entire body was no longer brimming with anxiety. It felt as though I had just won something invaluable, and I couldn’t wait to start enjoying it. I tried to taste the rest of my food, but it was pointless. Food wasn’t what I wanted, and for the first time in my life, I complained about the portions being too damn sizable.
We continued in silence because there was absolutely nothing else to talk about, and there was no point in filling it. We both knew what we wanted and had concluded our agreement, and I was going to honor it. So eventually, I set my chopsticks down. It would be incredibly awkward to afterward sit and remain there watching him, so I excused myself and headed over to the bathroom. I let my hair down, cursed about not having any mouthwash, but had found the courage to open up two buttons from the top of my chest.
I wished I was like Emma. So much more unrestrained and fearless. However, for now, and for a start, all I could let peek through was my cleavage and a sliver of the lace of my bra. I could only hope that he noticed.
When I returned to the room, I found that not only had he was not tired, he was eager as well. The plates were all returned to the cart except for the dessert and the bottle of wine, and he was pushing it all towards the door.
“I’ll leave these outside,” he said.
I watched him, and then headed over to the nightstand to call the restaurant. In the next minute, they were sending a staff over to pick up their utensils.
Afterward, he returned and headed into the bathroom while I stood by the window, sipping on my glass of wine. Soon, I heard the door click shut and couldn’t help holding my breath. I didn’t turn around, and soon enough, I felt him behind me. The view before me was beyond magnificent, yet all I could give my attention to was the man behind me. Towering over me… enticing me.
The first thing I felt was his arm sliding around my waist, strong and warm. This instantly sent my eyes fluttering shut. And then his breath was in the crook of my neck. I felt the sensation of the heated wet kiss of his lips against my skin, and my already racing pulse jumped.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked.
“Um... yes, Sir,” I replied, and I could feel his smile. “I mean, yes.”
“Do you know my first name?” he asked, kissing me again.
Just before I could answer, however, he held me by the neck and turned my head, and then our lips were pressed against each other. It wasn’t a soft or gentle kiss. Instead, it was a ravenous one. Deep, hungry, insatiable. By the time I pulled away, I had completely forgotten what he had asked me prior. All I could do was stare into those gorgeous eyes in disbelief.
He was going to fuck me, and I would be sober this time around to enjoy every single minute of it. I couldn’t wait. And so, without any further prompting, I began to unbutton my shirt. In no time, I was done and pulling it down my arms, leaving me standing before him in my bra. He leaned down to kiss the swells, and I watched him.
“You have the most gorgeous breasts I’ve ever seen,” he said. “You know this, right?”
“Right,” I replied, and then it occurred to me what I was saying. “I mean, I didn’t mean right... I wasn’t coherent.”
Smiling at my nervous self, he kissed me once again and it melted away.
“How do you want me to take you?” he asked, and my heart nearly stopped in my chest.
At first, I was sure he was teasing, but when I saw the intensity in his eyes and remembered who he was... remembered how he handled his life and affairs with such precision and intention, I realized that he meant every word.
“Like last night,” I said, remembering just how hard I’d come, how hungry he’d been for my sex. I hadn’t been able to get the memory out of my head or down below either. My clit was pulsing, needing the heat of his mouth, hungry as the previous day.
“You want me to eat you out?” he asked, and I nodded, unbelieving that this was my boss. That this was Hunter fucking Swift.
“Alright,” he said, “but you’ll have to do something for me first now, won’t you?”
“Anything,” I replied, much too eagerly. It was too late to catch myself, but I did try to reduce my embarrassment, though I was sure this was fruitless.
Smiling, he nodded his chin towards the bed, and then he escorted me to the bed, helping me sit then I watched as he took his seat beside me.
“Last night, you mentioned wanting me for so long,” he said. “Can you show me?”
At first, I was sure I hadn’t heard what he said about my wanting him for so long and when I confirmed that he wasn’t going to repeat himself, I truly had to consider if I wanted to do this, if I wanted to go this far.
One more second of additional thought, and I grabbed the waistband of my pajama pants and pulled it down my thighs. It puddled around my feet, leaving me in the dark lacy panties I had donned earlier.
His gaze shamelessly went down my body, taking in every inch of my skin. Even though I knew he had already seen it all, this time felt different. I was fully aware and conscious, and the torture was immaculate. I could read in his eyes that he really liked what he saw, and this brought an indescribable thrill to me.
"Slide back on the bed," he said, and I didn’t need to be asked twice. I did as he asked until I couldn’t go any further. I knew what he wanted.
"Show me," he repeated.
This time around, I had the perfect truthful excuse.
“I don't have the right equipment here,” I said.
It took him a while to process this, and when he eventually did, he threw back his head and laughed. It made my heart dance. When he looked at me again, there was a certain sparkle in his eyes.
"That was only half the truth, wasn't it?" he asked. "I mean, you could always use your hands. But I am curious..."
He rose to his feet and came over to me.
"What exactly is this equipment you speak of?" He pulled his shirt off and tossed it away.
"Can you show me?"
My gaze went down to the already prominent and very obvious bulge in his pants.
"Yes, I can," I replied.
He stood before me, and my hands flattened against the hard ridges of his abdomen. I couldn't help but feel him up. I couldn't believe that he had given me free rein and access to him, and I didn't waste it.
"Show me," he repeated, and I complied. I unbuttoned his slacks, pulled the zipper down, and soon enough, he was in nothing but his briefs. I mouthed him through the cotton fabric, and then with my hands on the band, I pulled his briefs down to reveal his gorgeous, erect length.
I had thought about it over and over in my memories, and it had been fuzzy at best. But now, seeing it once again in its full glory, my throat slightly closed up, fighting a choke. He was huge in girth, pink, and perfect. I looked at him and shook my head.
"What?" he asked.
"Sometimes I think the universe is very unfair," I said. "You're you, and you have this?"
He was amused. "Maybe I'm me because I have this. Have to match the outside with the inside, don't I?"
Now it was my turn to laugh out loud. He was so ridiculously funny, and having a sense of humor like this was not something I had expected from someone who had always been so stiff.
Here, he was making the entire atmosphere as light as possible, and as a result, my reservations and defenses were instantly gone.
I held his gorgeous length, stroked it, tasted it, licked it, and through it all, I enjoyed watching his breathing quicken. I stared up at him, needing to see his reaction, needing to see the effect that I had on him.
He didn’t hide it, but I wished it was more, so I took him in all the way to the hilt, and then I began to suck him off, just like I had done the previous night.
Throughout the day, I had tried to remember what it had felt like, and all that came to mind was that it was fun. But now, I realized that it was more than fun, it was unbelievable. I enjoyed every moment of it more than I could recall ever enjoying anything else, and I knew that it was because this was him.
Slightly, his knees shook, and I loved so much that it was because of me, because I was attending to the head of his cock and sucking him so hard that pleasure was pummeling through his body.
He grabbed my hair and held my head in place, then he said words that just might have made me come right there.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth," he said, and began to move his hips. I tightened the grip of my mouth, relaxed my tongue and throat, and allowed him to take what he needed from me. By the time he pulled away once again, my lips were stained. He leaned down and kissed me, long and hard, and I was near trembling with excitement.
With one hand against my chest, he pushed me down on the bed, and I didn’t resist. Then he spread my legs apart, and I shut my eyes as he pulled my panties down my thighs.
"Hmm," I heard him purr from above me, his voice filled with appreciation. "You’re gorgeous down here," he said, the warmth of his breath tickling against such a sensitive place. "You know this, right?"
He didn’t even give me a chance to respond. I had no problems with it, and so when his tongue and lips connected with my sex, I let out my long, tortured moan, the exact way that I felt it. That first lick and caress seemed to be heaven on earth. Afterward, it seemed to be even better than I had recalled. The way he applied pressure, kissed my clit, and sucked on it drove me wild. And then he would slide his tongue into me to lap up all of my desire.
But at this point, I was writhing across the bed, unable to stay still, unable to contain the heat and sweetness. I didn’t care that people could hear us; maybe they could, and maybe they couldn’t. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that, almost certainly, he was just trying to push me so hard that I fell apart right before him.
I willingly submitted. I wasn’t going to put up a fight because what would be the point? I wanted to fall apart over and over, but most importantly, I wanted him to be the one to put me back together. That was the hard part. Reaching forward, I slid my hand into his hair as I worked my hips against his mouth, and I couldn’t believe I was holding onto the gorgeous strands. I had always imagined it would feel like this, silky, soft, romantic. I cried out at a particularly good suck, and I could feel his smile between my legs. I pulled his hair in retaliation.
Just then, he lifted, and I watched his eyes glazed over with pleasure. I wanted to feel all of him on top of me.
I wanted to feel that wonderful weight of his entire being pressing against my body, so I reached for him with desperate fingers. Smiling, he didn't respond. Instead, he took his time kissing up my stomach till he got to my breast and then he unhooked my bra. I wasn't small in any way, but the way he grabbed me and squeezed made me feel like I was. I loved the way he held my breasts and sucked on my nipples with feverish abandon. He treated me like he had been waiting just as long as I had, and as though he couldn't get enough, and when he moved even further and kissed me, I nearly believed it.
"Ready," he whispered to me as I grabbed his body and pressed it against mine.
I nodded because this was a fucking dream. He felt so good, smelled so good that emotion clogged my throat. He grabbed his length, and I could feel him as he stroked the head up and down my sex. The teasing was pure torture, but I couldn't refuse it. It felt so incredibly good, and so I tried my best to be patient.
He positioned himself at my entrance, and then he began to slide in. I loved how gentle he was with me. I wished he would go faster, but I knew that he was trying to give me a bit of time to get used to his length and width, and I appreciated him so deeply for this. Smiling, I savored the feel of him stretching me open bit by bit, and then he impaled me all the way to the hilt. I purred like a satisfied cat and could feel his smile against my face as he kissed down my chin.
I loved the way he grabbed my hips, then he positioned himself slightly sideways, and then he began to fuck in and out of me. Just like he had started in the beginning, he thrust in and out of me with utmost care. It was torturous, but it felt so good. Soon, however, and just like I had hoped, he lost control of himself. He began to move even faster, and I held on for dear life. I loved the sounds that he made. At first, I knew that he tried to hold back, but as the minutes passed and as he fucked me, I could hear and feel them growing harsher.
I felt the sting of his hands as they dug into my skin. Desperate, euphoric.
"Fuck," he cursed into the crook of my neck, and I held him even tighter to me. I understood. My entire body felt as though it had been set on fire from the inside out. It felt so good; I felt like I was being coiled like a spring, the pleasure flowed through every inch of my body like great wine, and I wanted to scream.
"Hunter," I called his first name. "Hunter, oh God," I moaned as his thrusts came harder and faster, and soon we were both teetering close to the edge. I could feel it from the force of his pummeling. Earlier on, he had had a rhythm, and now he seemed as though he had tossed it out altogether. It was as though he had his own rhythm now in his head that I couldn't follow, and it made me grab the bed sheets so hard I nearly pulled them from the frame.
He would go slow and then fast, do that rolling thing he did with his hips that always temporarily blinded me and prevented me from seeing anything else. My hands grabbed at the roots of his hair as my thighs dragged across the sheets, curled, clenched.
I felt as though when I broke apart, it would be into pieces that I would need a while to put back together, and I was beyond looking forward to it.
"God," he kissed me. "You're so perfect, Maddy," he called. "So gorgeous, so sweet. Fuck. I could do this all night; I can't get enough of you."
I couldn't get enough of him saying all these words to me either, and it was more than enough to push me over the edge.
"I'm coming," I cried out, and afterward, the loudest, most intense moan spilled out of me. I could feel his entire body clench hard in response too, and I knew that my release had also provoked his. He shot his seed inside of me with a shout that reverberated through my body, and I reached forward to grab his ass.
He came endlessly while I writhed my hips to wring out every bit of pleasure left between us. The aftermath was magical. I could barely feel anything, and yet I felt everything. The sweetness, the pleasure, the intimacy. I felt as though I was trembling all over, and I loved it. As long as he didn’t pull away and he didn’t just then but eventually, he did roll to his side so he could get his weight off me, and before I could feel the coldness of his absence and our separation, he rolled me with him till my back was pressed against his entire body.
I felt as though I was in a magical cocoon of warmth and contentment that almost brought me to tears.
"We need to stop falling asleep diagonally on the bed," he said, and I couldn't help my smile.
"Yeah, do you want to move up?"
He grabbed his cock then and slipped it back into me, and I knew my answer without him needing to say a word.
"No need," he said. "We'll move up when we need to. Do you need to right now?"
“No,” I replied.
I didn’t need to do anything besides enjoy these very special and unbelievable moments with him.
"That was wonderful, Hunter," I said, and he seemed to hold me even tighter in appreciation.
"So, you do know my name," he whispered into my temple, and I couldn't help my smile.
"Of course, I know your name."
"Use it more often when we’re alone together then," he said, his tone groggy from sleep.
"Yes, Hunter," I replied, and shut my eyes so that I could completely drown in the bliss that he was.