Cocky Client
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“Well, maybe when you reach my level of expertise, you’ll realize why it’s rude to just pick up someone and carry them out of the club without warning.”
“I personally think you enjoyed that.”
“No.” I smiled. “I definitely didn’t.”
Before I could say anything else, his dominating mouth was on mine and he was pushing me down against the leather seat.
I shut my eyes as he kissed me harder than I’d ever been kissed before, as he slid his hands against my bare thighs.
It had been so long since I’d been touched, that I was reveling in every brush of his skin against mine. And with each commanding roll of his tongue against my lips, I wondered why a kiss never felt this intense with any of the boyfriends I’d had in the past. Why nothing they did even halfway compared to what this man was doing to me right now.
Palming my breasts through my dress, he groaned as I gently bit his bottom lip and playfully tugged at his belt.
The car continued to cruise against the bumpy streets of Manhattan and every now and then I felt his hardened cock through his pants, rubbing against my thighs. My eyes fluttered open each time because I just knew his cock couldn’t be that huge.
This has to be my imagination messing with me....
When I noticed that the car had finally come to a stop, his lips were still attached to mine, and my hands were in his hair. I was murmuring as he continued to tease my thighs with his touches, and I was on the verge of insisting that we finish this on the backseat.
It wasn’t until a series of car honks that he eventually tore away from me and helped me to sit up. Adjusting my dress, he stepped out and held the door for me, once again carrying my shoes.
I walked the few steps to the front door of my brownstone, fumbling for the keys. I managed to open the door in record time, and the second I stepped inside the apartment he pushed me against the wall and we picked up right where we left off seconds ago.
He lifted my leg around his waist and continued controlling my mouth with his, not missing a single beat.
“Where do you want me to fuck you?” he whispered against my mouth.
“My bedroom.”
He unzipped the side of my dress and it fell to the floor in a pool of red silk. He kissed his way down to my neck, to my chest—sucking one of my nipples between his lips.
Moaning, I attempted to tell him where my bedroom was, but he returned to my mouth, rendering me completely useless with his kisses all over again.
He slid his hand between my thighs and pressed his thumb against my swollen clit, rubbing it in slow torturous circles.
“Ah...” I cried out. “Ah...Wait.”
“For what?”
I bit my shoulder to prevent myself from crying out even louder, and he kept his rhythm, using his hips to pin me against the wall. To prevent me from moving away.
My breathing slowed and my pussy began to throb against his hand as he slid two thick fingers deep inside of me.
Just as I was getting close to the edge, he moved his hand and whispered into my ear, “Are you sure you’ve done this before?”
I nodded, incapable of doing much else.
“Hmmm.” He pulled me over to the couch. “I think I need to do something before we go to your bedroom.”
“Something?” I asked as he pushed me back onto the cushions. “Something like what?”
“Like fuck your pussy with my tongue until you come in my mouth.” He spread my legs and got down on his knees. “That is what you said you wanted, correct?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer him. He buried his head between my legs and sucked my clit between his lips, making me scream out in pleasure. I grabbed his hair, to try to get him to slow down, but it was no use. He held my legs down and took his time devouring my pussy with his mouth.
I shut my eyes as I surrendered complete control, as I realized that I was going to let this man do whatever he wanted to do to me for the rest of the night...
THE PUBLICIST
PENELOPE The next morning...
I rolled over in bed, groaning as every single muscle in my body ached in pleasurable pain. My legs felt as if they were too weak to stand on, as if they had yet to recover from Ryan fucking me against my dresser, my wall, and the edge of my mattress. My lips were sensitive and sore from the way he’d bit them—when he made me beg him to fuck me harder. And my nipples were numb from the way he’d sucked them while I rode his cock during our final round.
I wasn’t sure when he’d left or when he’d dressed me in a T-shirt and tucked me into my bed, but a part of me was wishing I’d broken my second rule and given him my phone number so we could do that all over again.
Unable to sit up, I dozed off to memories of him fucking me—smiling each time he buried his head between my legs and teased me with his mouth.
After replaying our wall sex for the fifth time, I rolled over to the other side of my bed and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. I was still confused about the client who was coming in at four o’clock and I was hoping someone on my team would have some answers so we would be somewhat prepared whenever he came in.
I should definitely pick up some breakfast before going in today...
I unlocked my phone’s screen and saw that my inbox was full of similar subject lines: “Where are you?” “Are you okay?” “What’s going on?” “The concierge is going to call the police if you don’t let us know where you are by three...”
Confused, I opened the first message and started to type back. Then I noticed the time.
It’s one o’clock?
“What the fuck!” I stumbled out of bed and damn near fell to the floor. There was no way it was one in the afternoon. The sky outside my window was still dark, the usual ‘it’s five o’clock and I’m super early for work’ dark.
I pulled the curtains open and noticed the ominous clouds in the sky above. Traffic was at a mid-day standstill and the rain was falling over the city in sheets.
Shit. Shit. Shit...
I sent Tina a quick “I’m on my way. Bad morning. Sorry,” text message. Then I texted our town car driver and told him I’d need a ride to work in thirty minutes.
Tossing off my T-shirt, I wrapped myself in a towel and headed to the bathroom. I tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Sarah?” I knocked. “Sarah, are you in there?”
“I personally think you enjoyed that.”
“No.” I smiled. “I definitely didn’t.”
Before I could say anything else, his dominating mouth was on mine and he was pushing me down against the leather seat.
I shut my eyes as he kissed me harder than I’d ever been kissed before, as he slid his hands against my bare thighs.
It had been so long since I’d been touched, that I was reveling in every brush of his skin against mine. And with each commanding roll of his tongue against my lips, I wondered why a kiss never felt this intense with any of the boyfriends I’d had in the past. Why nothing they did even halfway compared to what this man was doing to me right now.
Palming my breasts through my dress, he groaned as I gently bit his bottom lip and playfully tugged at his belt.
The car continued to cruise against the bumpy streets of Manhattan and every now and then I felt his hardened cock through his pants, rubbing against my thighs. My eyes fluttered open each time because I just knew his cock couldn’t be that huge.
This has to be my imagination messing with me....
When I noticed that the car had finally come to a stop, his lips were still attached to mine, and my hands were in his hair. I was murmuring as he continued to tease my thighs with his touches, and I was on the verge of insisting that we finish this on the backseat.
It wasn’t until a series of car honks that he eventually tore away from me and helped me to sit up. Adjusting my dress, he stepped out and held the door for me, once again carrying my shoes.
I walked the few steps to the front door of my brownstone, fumbling for the keys. I managed to open the door in record time, and the second I stepped inside the apartment he pushed me against the wall and we picked up right where we left off seconds ago.
He lifted my leg around his waist and continued controlling my mouth with his, not missing a single beat.
“Where do you want me to fuck you?” he whispered against my mouth.
“My bedroom.”
He unzipped the side of my dress and it fell to the floor in a pool of red silk. He kissed his way down to my neck, to my chest—sucking one of my nipples between his lips.
Moaning, I attempted to tell him where my bedroom was, but he returned to my mouth, rendering me completely useless with his kisses all over again.
He slid his hand between my thighs and pressed his thumb against my swollen clit, rubbing it in slow torturous circles.
“Ah...” I cried out. “Ah...Wait.”
“For what?”
I bit my shoulder to prevent myself from crying out even louder, and he kept his rhythm, using his hips to pin me against the wall. To prevent me from moving away.
My breathing slowed and my pussy began to throb against his hand as he slid two thick fingers deep inside of me.
Just as I was getting close to the edge, he moved his hand and whispered into my ear, “Are you sure you’ve done this before?”
I nodded, incapable of doing much else.
“Hmmm.” He pulled me over to the couch. “I think I need to do something before we go to your bedroom.”
“Something?” I asked as he pushed me back onto the cushions. “Something like what?”
“Like fuck your pussy with my tongue until you come in my mouth.” He spread my legs and got down on his knees. “That is what you said you wanted, correct?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer him. He buried his head between my legs and sucked my clit between his lips, making me scream out in pleasure. I grabbed his hair, to try to get him to slow down, but it was no use. He held my legs down and took his time devouring my pussy with his mouth.
I shut my eyes as I surrendered complete control, as I realized that I was going to let this man do whatever he wanted to do to me for the rest of the night...
THE PUBLICIST
PENELOPE The next morning...
I rolled over in bed, groaning as every single muscle in my body ached in pleasurable pain. My legs felt as if they were too weak to stand on, as if they had yet to recover from Ryan fucking me against my dresser, my wall, and the edge of my mattress. My lips were sensitive and sore from the way he’d bit them—when he made me beg him to fuck me harder. And my nipples were numb from the way he’d sucked them while I rode his cock during our final round.
I wasn’t sure when he’d left or when he’d dressed me in a T-shirt and tucked me into my bed, but a part of me was wishing I’d broken my second rule and given him my phone number so we could do that all over again.
Unable to sit up, I dozed off to memories of him fucking me—smiling each time he buried his head between my legs and teased me with his mouth.
After replaying our wall sex for the fifth time, I rolled over to the other side of my bed and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. I was still confused about the client who was coming in at four o’clock and I was hoping someone on my team would have some answers so we would be somewhat prepared whenever he came in.
I should definitely pick up some breakfast before going in today...
I unlocked my phone’s screen and saw that my inbox was full of similar subject lines: “Where are you?” “Are you okay?” “What’s going on?” “The concierge is going to call the police if you don’t let us know where you are by three...”
Confused, I opened the first message and started to type back. Then I noticed the time.
It’s one o’clock?
“What the fuck!” I stumbled out of bed and damn near fell to the floor. There was no way it was one in the afternoon. The sky outside my window was still dark, the usual ‘it’s five o’clock and I’m super early for work’ dark.
I pulled the curtains open and noticed the ominous clouds in the sky above. Traffic was at a mid-day standstill and the rain was falling over the city in sheets.
Shit. Shit. Shit...
I sent Tina a quick “I’m on my way. Bad morning. Sorry,” text message. Then I texted our town car driver and told him I’d need a ride to work in thirty minutes.
Tossing off my T-shirt, I wrapped myself in a towel and headed to the bathroom. I tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Sarah?” I knocked. “Sarah, are you in there?”
