5. Chapter 5 #2
“You summoned me here out of the blue. I had to get dressed all nice and pretty to meet with you. I’ve waited here for ten, fifteen minutes for you to deign me with your presence.
Now, you’re going to walk away? Excuse me, but I think I deserve something for my efforts.
And time. I should be looking for a new job.
Least you could do is give me a reference.
” Shit. A reference from this woman would be great!
“You’re right. My apologies. But excuse me if I’m now wary of your sincerity, Ms. Colbert.” Danica tapped her foot once, finger pointing to her shoe. “If you wish to take me up on my offer, you can come here and tell me yourself.”
Why you…
Alicia hated her. Her blood heated. Her face twisted. Her heart demanded repayment. Her body… well, it was the biggest traitor in the room.
It wanted to go to Danica and see what happened.
I swear. Alicia took one step forward, careful not to show her nerves. You get one hot taste of sex, and you turn into a…
She was mere inches away before she had the chance to finish her thought. “All right,” she whispered. Yet she already planned her next move. “Like you, my time is valuable. I need to go home soon.”
“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” Danica hesitantly touched Alicia’s shoulder before relaxing her grip and letting her hand wander down her back. I’m going to explode! Especially beneath the weight of such a raw gaze! “The question is, how much? Have you thought of me at all since a week ago?”
Alicia closed her eyes and focused on her breathing as Danica squeezed her ass through her pencil skirt. Remember how she spanked it? Fuck.
“You’re a hard woman to forget, Ms. Moreau.”
“Didn’t I tell you to call me Danica?” Her fingers wrapped around the tie in Alicia’s hair.
There. She pulled it. Pulled her head back.
Made her look at the ceiling while nipping her throat and licking the tip of her chin.
“I’ve thought of you every single day, Ms. Colbert.
You may regret losing your job, but I’m glad you let me fuck you.
I haven’t been able to think about anything else since. ”
She was probably a big liar. Weirdos like this always lied and only had sincere bones for business. Personal relationships? There had to be a reason she was single. “So I guess you want to do it again, huh?”
“See for yourself, Ms. Colbert.”
She really needed to stop saying Alicia’s name like that!
And Alicia really needed to stop volunteering to follow orders, because it was only then that she realized Danica was not wearing a bra beneath her tunic dress. Those are her nipples… Why was Alicia shocked? Her own were probably doing the same thing!
Sure enough, the devil herself growled like a beast and pulled Alicia straight into her dark embrace. Alicia never stood a chance, assuming she even cared to.
This isn’t real. This can’t be true. I’m dreaming.
Alicia refused to join reality out of sheer disbelief that such a reality existed outside of some cornered fantasies stashed away for the rest of her life.
A life that was doomed to spinsterhood or settling for someone lesser.
Danica Moreau was not the woman of her reality.
She certainly wasn’t kissing Alicia, hands already halfway up her skirt and groping every inch of flesh they could find.
Why would Danica want her again? She had Alicia once.
Not like I did anything special. I was just there.
She did everything. All she did was take it. Again. And again.
Danica’s body certainly thought it was going to take it again, right now.
“Why, Ms. Colbert,” came that aphrodisiac from her throat. “You have yet to fail to impress me with how ready you seem to always be.”
Alicia gasped. “Didn’t think you were a woman who liked to wait, even for sex.”
“Especially for sex.” Danica squeezed her, teeth grazing the white of her throat. Oh, my God, suck all my blood out now, Dracula. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
Alicia clutched Danica’s shoulders. The fabric of her dress was so soft and elastic that it moved like butter. “Do whatever you want to me.” The words went straight from Alicia’s subconscious to her lips without any vetting from her brain.
Danica grinned against her. How was such a thing possible? For such a closed-off woman, she sure advertised her desires.
“You don’t take a lot of persuading, hm?
” Moreau eased them back, slowly, but not slowly enough to keep Alicia from tripping in her shoes.
Moreau caught her every time until she bumped against the back of a couch.
This seems familiar. Yup. She was definitely dreaming.
Reliving her amazing first time with a new outfit and some slightly different scenery.
Well, fantasies should be allowed to play out, yes?
“Only with you, ma’am.”
She got as much of a thrill calling her that as Danica did. Or at least she was pretty sure that was a thrill, pushing her deeper into the back of the couch. Thrill was synonymous with pencil-sharp nipples, right?
What was Danica going to do? With her? Alicia caught a sly look from her before she pulled open the front of her blouse and nearly tore her bra apart.
Gasp after gasp made their escape as Danica did more than fondle her.
She pinched her. Kissed her. Sucked Alicia as hard as she had the other night.
Giving the woman free rein to do whatever she wanted was the right idea.
What did Alicia know? She was inexperienced, yes, but old enough to know what she wanted to try.
She knew what it was like for someone – this someone – to fuck her, to use her body and make her come on someone else’s body parts.
Not once, but twice! How many women got to say that happened to them for the first time, regardless of age?
Alicia was ready for anything. Long overdue. Her time had come, and she was ready.
So when Danica suffocated her partner with her mouth, Alicia threw herself into it. Touching her. Grabbing her. There would be no mistaking her for anything but an experienced woman who knew what she was about and what she liked. Danica would never guess she had plucked her virginity, so help her.
Her knowing that would’ve changed everything.
She smells so good. Tastes so good. Feels so good .
Alicia was determined to commit every kiss and touch to memory.
The way Danica’s dress slid across her fingers.
The way Danica’s hips thrust against her thighs.
The way Danica’s breath shot hot and hard against her skin, her nipples, the depths of her navel.
That damn perfume was headier than Alicia’s own sexual scent emerging when Danica ripped her tights at the seam and shoved her fingers into her with only a possessive grunt to warn her.
Alicia cried out, bracing herself against the couch as she went from 0 to 60.
Her hips did not hesitate to meet Danica’s movements.
“You’re the wettest woman I’ve felt in a while.” Alicia was too drunk on the moment to roll her eyes at such a “compliment.” Whatever . It was hot! “How badly do you want me, Ms. Colbert?”
Her mission to get under Danica’s dress to finally see her skin went unaccomplished.
The woman wasn’t even touching her clit, and Alicia was already preparing to come.
You want to talk about wet, lady? Alicia had touched herself enough times to know how she felt in there when she started to come. I’ll give you wet.
“Yes,” she whimpered, clenching with every muscle she possessed. “Give it to me.”
“Where are your manners?”
“Please…”
“Please?”
Danica toyed with her. Her favorite game.
Their minimal number of encounters made sure Alicia knew that if nothing else.
“Please, Danica.” Alicia couldn’t believe it.
She was begging like she didn’t know how to live without Danica’s touch.
“Please, fuck me.” She was fingering her to open the way for more, right?
Or was this the end, again? Would Alicia even get a chance to pleasure Danica in return?
Danica held her crumbling gaze as she pulled Alicia’s hand beneath the tunic dress. Both relief and anticipation claimed her.
“If you want me so badly, Ms. Colbert…” Danica flicked Alicia’s cheek with one hand while touching herself with the other. “Then I’m sure you won’t object to demonstrating how much you love it.”
Maybe it was her inexperience. Maybe it was her sex-addled brain. Either way, it took Alicia a few seconds to catch her meaning. Once it hit her? Really? Right now? Talk about another first!
Do it, girl. It can’t be that difficult. Come on!
She looked between Danica’s face and her waxed pussy, revealed beneath her dress. Because the woman wore zero undergarments. Zilch. Nada. And while both the face and pussy were quite beautiful, only one offered any pleasure at the moment.
“Ms. Colbert.” Danica snatched her chin and gazed so deeply into Alicia’s eyes that she worried she would drown. As if she’s that weak. “You have no idea how much I want to see this beautiful mouth all over me.”
She had such a grand way with words.
Fact of the matter was, Alicia could smell herself on Danica’s fingers, and it served as a grim reminder that she hadn’t come yet – even though she was starved to do so. Give her what she wants, and I get what I want. Who knew? Maybe Alicia would be good at it.
Danica leaned against the couch as Alicia knelt on the soft carpet.
The closer her mouth came to Danica, the more her heart fluttered in…
excitement? Was that what was happening to her?
You’re kidding me, right? Guess it really is different when you’re doing it.
Yet when Danica Moreau told her to get on her knees, Alicia was hard-pressed to walk away and not obey.