Claire #2
“Yes.” He steps toward me. “Didn’t want to scare you with my member. Thought I would ease you back into the saddle.”
I burst out laughing. “Your member?” His lips dust mine, his tongue slowly sliding through my lips as he takes my face in his hands.
Oh man ... the way he kisses.
I open my eyes to see his are closed. He’s totally in the moment with me. “Do you know how fucking horny I am, Anderson?” he whispers against my mouth.
I smile. “Probably as horny as me.”
“No. I win. I’ve jerked off three times today in preparation for this. You’ll be lucky if I have anything left for you.”
I burst out laughing. “Oh, I missed your sense of humor.”
We fall serious for a moment as our eyes search each other’s. I missed more than his sense of humor, but I’ll never admit it. “I need you naked,” he whispers. His concentration drops to my blouse, and he begins to slowly unbutton it.
My heart is beating so fast as I stand before him. How is this happening? We’ve been in the room together for all of two minutes.
This is lust ... pure, unadulterated lust.
“What were you thinking about when you jerked off?” I whisper.
His eyes hold mine. “You.”
My heart constricts in my chest as my eyes search his again.
I know this is casual and probably sleazy sex.
But damn it, it feels like more. It feels like a lifetime since I’ve been in his arms. He undoes my last button and slides my blouse over my shoulder and carefully places it over the back of the couch.
His lips go to my neck as he slowly unzips my zipper and slides my skirt down.
He nips my neck with his teeth and then takes my skirt fully off and carefully places it on the chair. “We don’t want any creases in your clothes when you go back to work.”
I frown. How many times before has he had this kind of lunch date?
He knows the drill ... I push the thought to the back of my mind.
Don’t go there.
He steps back from me; his eyes drop down my body, and I close my eyes to block him out. My nerves are at an all-time high. I know I am nothing like the women he’s used to. “You know ... ,” he whispers.
I stare at a spot on the carpet—anything to take myself away from the intensity of his gaze on my body.
He drags my face to his. “I had forgotten how beautiful you are, Anderson.”
If I could answer him with something witty, I would. But I can’t. I’m overwrought with the feelings he brings out in me.
He bends and kisses my clavicle and then one by one takes my nipples into his mouth through my bra.
I hold my breath to try to stop it from quivering, to try to at least act a little cool.
He drops lower to my stomach. He trails kisses lower and lower and then drops to his knees in front of me. He nibbles my sex through my panties, and I close my eyes as I nearly combust.
Oh, dear God ...
He pulls my panties to the side and kisses me softly there ... oh fucking hell.
I feel his exhale on my skin, and I hold my breath as I wait for a reaction.
He inhales sharply and then, as if unable to help it, licks me deep with his thick tongue. He moans in appreciation, and it sends a rumble through my sex. My legs nearly cave in under me. I glance up and catch sight of us in the mirror.
Me in my black lace underwear. Him in a full suit and tie, on his knees in front of me.
I look down at him, and his eyes are closed in pleasure, as if he might die if he doesn’t get to taste me. Impatient with licking around my panties, he slides them down, throws them to the side, and then walks me backward over to the bed.
He slowly takes my bra off and then lays me down and spreads my legs wide.
His eyes roam over my flesh. I’m completely at his mercy.
Here for his pleasure.
We stare at each other as the energy swirls between us like wildfire.
When Tristan Miles has me naked ... nothing else matters.
All I care about is pleasing him.
He bends and takes my thighs in his hands and holds me wide as his tongue begins to swirl deep in my sex.
My back arches off the bed, and I writhe beneath him. My hands twist in his wavy hair, and I drag his face up so I can look at him. His lips glisten with my arousal, and his eyes are a beautiful shade of “come fuck me.”
“Get up here,” I whisper.
He licks me again, his eyes closing once more, and it becomes very clear that he isn’t in control of his actions anymore. He’s working on instinct now, sheer male instinct. His body has taken over; it doesn’t matter what I ask for. He needs to do it his way ... at least this time, anyway.
He keeps eating me, deeper and deeper as he loses all control. His face thrashes from side to side, and his whiskers burn my sensitive skin.
Fucking hell ... so good.
My back begins to arch in pleasure; my face contorts as I try to hold it. “Tris,” I whimper as I pull his hair between my fingers. “Up here. Come up here.” I want to kiss him.
I desperately want to kiss him.
He grazes his teeth against my clitoris, and I cry out as I burst into orgasm. I shudder hard as he softly licks me through it. For five minutes he continues as I stare at the ceiling and shudder and see stars.
I think that’s the hardest I’ve ever come. God damn, he’s so fucking good at this.
I come to my senses and realize that he’s still completely dressed in his suit.
I sit up with a renewed determination and crawl onto my knees. “Stand up,” I breathe.
His eyes flicker with fire, and he stands up as I unzip his trousers. His cock is rock hard and sitting above the waist of his briefs. Preejaculate is beading on the end. I should undress him. I should take my time.
What I want is to suck him ... hard. I want to make him blow, fully dressed in his expensive suit.
I kiss his dick, and he runs his hand tenderly through my hair as he looks on.
What is it about the two of us together?
We don’t even need to speak; it’s like we have a secret language. I can tell what he’s thinking, just by his touch. I begin to lick him with a flat tongue. Our eyes are locked.
He loves this.
He pulls my hair back into a ponytail on top of my head as he watches, and I smile around him. He wants in my mouth—that’s why he’s pulling my hair back from my face.
I lick everywhere, but I won’t put him completely in my mouth, and he begins to move my head by the grip he has on my hair to try to get in.
I lick up the length of his shaft, and then I whisper, “Fuck my mouth, Mr. Miles.”
He inhales deeply and pushes his cock down my throat. His preejaculate is salty, and the grip he has on my hair near painful. He slides out and then pumps back in as his eyes roll back in his head. “Fuck,” he moans.
“Harder,” I whisper around him.
He pushes in deep again, and this time I flick my tongue. His cock jerks, and he staggers forward.
He’s close already.
We find a rhythm. His hands grip my hair, and as I kneel naked on the bed, he fucks my mouth. Long and deep, the moans coming out of him are the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard.
His grip becomes painful as he slams into my mouth, and he tips his head back. With a deep moan, he comes in a rush. The hot semen fills my mouth, and I drink it down like a pro.
He struggles for air and tips his head back to the ceiling, and I lick him up as I continue to empty his beautiful body.
Then I stand and take his jacket off, and I undo his tie and slowly unbutton his shirt.
He looks on in a strange detached state, his face full of awe.
I slide his shirt over his shoulders and am blessed with a view of his thick, muscular chest with its scattering of dark hair. “Tristan,” I whisper as I kiss his chest. “I’ve missed your beautiful body.” I kiss lower and take him into my mouth again, and he pulls me up.
He kisses me, and it’s tender and meaningful and everything that a hotel hookup is not. “Fuck me,” he whispers. “You need to fuck me, Anderson.”
I pull his pants down in one quick movement. He disappears and grabs a handful of condoms with urgency. He throws them on the side table and rolls one on. He pushes me backward, and I fall onto the mattress with a giggle as he climbs over me.
In one hard pump he slides in deep. Our mouths fall open as we stare at each other.
Our hearts racing hard in our chests.
He pulls out and slides back in deep, and my body ripples around his as it tries to deal with his size.
Not all men are created equal. Tristan Miles is bona fide proof of that.
Sex with him ... is otherworldly.
“I’ve been looking forward to wrecking your vagina all day, Anderson,” he whispers. I burst out laughing, and he slams in hard. “Get your fucking legs up.”
The water runs over my back, and I smile as my head leans against his broad chest.
“You know, when I teased you about drinking granny tea, I had no idea how granny you could actually get,” he mutters dryly.
I giggle. “You are a lucky boy.” I’m wearing a shower cap so that I don’t go back to work with wet hair. “You know, this is a very expensive lunch for you every day. How much does this hotel cost, anyway?”
He smiles down at me as he readjusts my granny shower cap. “Worth every penny.”
It’s Friday, and contrary to the two lunch dates a week we agreed on, we have spent three lunch breaks together here this week. I’ve lied to everyone in my office about where I have been.
I’m a bad boss doing bad things with a bad man.
We can’t get enough of each other.
“I’ve got to go, baby,” I whisper.
“Hmm.” He holds me tightly in his arms. “Don’t leave me,” he teases.
I smile as I kiss him. “I have to.” I drag myself from his arms and dry myself as he stays in the shower. “Are you not going back to work?” I ask as I dress.
He begins to wash his hair. “No. How did you know?”
“You have an overnight bag with you today.”
“Oh, I’m going to the gym.”
“Okay.” I frown as I remember something. “Did you get your car back?”
“Hopefully I can pick it up this afternoon. If not, I have another lined up for the weekend.”
“Okay.”
“Can we do Monday lunch?” he asks as he rinses the shampoo from his hair. “Wednesday is too far away,” he adds.
I stare at him for a moment, and he’s right: Wednesday is too far away. “Yes, perhaps. I’ll call you.”
What’s happening here?
I dismiss my questions and lean in and kiss him. “Goodbye.”
“Can you pass me my conditioner out of my bag before you go, please?” he asks.
I go out and retrieve his conditioner from his bag and notice his phone is lighting up. I hand the conditioner over. “Your phone has been ringing.” I put it on the bathroom counter.
“Bye, Tris.”
“Bye, babe.” He gives me a sexy wink, and I smirk as my eyes drop down his naked body.
Hmm, I’ve died and gone to lunch-break heaven.