The Pleasure Chest Box Set(35)

There’s a twinge inside as I recognize the lie I tell myself, but fuck it. Enough is enough. Scarlett just issued me a challenge, that I’m too tense to be likable, and if she’s willing to do this, I’m not going to stop it. Fuck, I’m going to make sure I enjoy every second of it.

“You’re serious?” she asks.

“Are you?” I stare back at her, daring her to back down, daring her to take back the things she said about me being too up tight. I see her eyes go dark and I wonder what she’s thinking. Her gaze drifts to my more than obvious erection, and I see her tongue dart out to touch her lips. She looks hesitant, but I see her chest rising and falling quickly. She wants this too. I let my imagination drift to what could happen. Anything could happen—we have this suite to ourselves and two large beds at our disposal.

Scarlett walks over to me steadily, and she looks down at me. Her hands are flexing with nerves, and I find myself tingling with nerves of my own. “This is a terrible idea,” she says.

I nod, totally agreeing. “This is probably the worst idea either of us have ever had.”

She sinks to her knees in front of me, and that sight sends all the blood in my body straight to my cock. It hardens to the point of pain, and I hiss out a breath. I can’t help myself. She looks up at me, and I notice that her eyes aren’t blue like I thought. They’re more gray, like stormy weather, but right now there’s so much heat in them they feel like a tropical storm.

She reaches for my belt, and I find that I can’t move. This isn’t happening. I’m not going to let her do this, am I? But even through the fabric of my pants her hands feel so good on me. It’s been way too long since I felt this way, since I’ve had any kind of pleasure like this. All too long since—

I shove the thought away and watch as Scarlett unzips my pants. My cock is straining through the cloth of my underwear, and it springs free as she pulls them away. She gasps, and it gives me a wicked satisfaction that she’s impressed by me. She reaches out, touches my skin, and it feels like ice because my skin is burning. I groan, already feeling her touch rippling through my body. Her fingers run lightly up and down my cock, and I have to hold my breath. It feels so good. Too good. If she doesn’t stop, I’m not going to make it to having her mouth on me. “Fuck.”

It’s the only word that could possibly come from my mouth right now.

Without warning, she takes the head into her mouth, and I swear loudly. I feel her laugh on my cock, and the sensation is absolutely indescribable. I close my eyes as she takes me deeper into her mouth, utterly undone. She sucks along my skin, and I swear I’ve never felt anything like it. Her tongue is drawing little patterns on the underside of my cock, and it twitches with every lick. She dives down onto me, taking me deep and pulling back slowly, milking waves of pleasure from me. I open my eyes as her mouth leaves my cock, just in time to see her dip her head and suck my balls between her lips.

I almost come right then. I grip my hands deep into the cushions of the couch, fighting back the urge to let loose and let it be over. Her hand is on my cock again, stroking its length from the root to the tip and back, my entire being focused on that single point of contact. She looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes, locking with mine as she takes me in again, pushing me so deep the tip of me brushes the top of her throat. My continued curses come out somewhere between a sigh and a moan.

She steps up a rhythm, bobbing up and down on my cock, and her lipstick smearing on my skin may be the sexiest damn thing I’ve seen in my life. I reach out to her, pulling the pen from her hair and watching it tumble down. I weave my fingers through it, guiding her, showing her the exact rhythm I need. Gripping her harder, I feel her give up control, and I know there’s no way I can hold back any more. My other hand joins the first in her hair, pushing her down onto my cock as my hips thrust up to meet her lips.

Her mouth swallows me, and I feel the tip of my cock slip into her throat, squeezing me, and I’m seconds away from breaking. I pull her back again and thrust into her mouth a final time, holding her in place as I come. I feel the first blast of my seed exploding warm around me in her mouth. I hold her head still while I fuck her mouth, filling her mouth with my cum. I see drops of it leaking as she tries to contain it all.

Finally it subsides, but I don’t let her go. I hold her on my cock as I feel her swallow, feel her mouth empty of everything I gave her, feel her press deeper onto me so her mouth can reach the little that escaped. When I let her go, and she releases my cock from her mouth, it’s glistening with the wetness from her mouth, and there’s a gleam in her eye. There’s a leftover drip on the corner of her lips, and I feel my cock stir again at the sight.

I reach for her, because there’s no way that this can be it. No way in hell are we finished. Now that I’ve had a taste, I’m not going to stop until I consume her and every bit of pleasure that Scarlett has to offer. Now that I’ve let myself loose, there’s no way to be contained. She’s in my lap now, and my fingers are stroking across her ass as she opens the buttons on her shirt. I place my lips against her skin and it tastes like heaven. I’m about to find out if her nipples taste as good as I imagine when my cell phone rings.

Fuck. What now?





6





Scarlett





The ring of the phone in the room is harsh and loud, breaking the bubble we’ve created. What just happened comes crashing down on me, and cold reality settles in. I just gave a blowjob to my boss. My colleague. Shit.

It was amazing too, which is why my body is screaming for him to touch me. I want him inside of me more than I want to breathe. But this was stupid. I didn’t lie. This was a terrible idea. We’re frozen, listening to the ring of the phone, Chris’s mouth pressed against the skin of my breast. Slowly, as if waking up from a dream, he pulls back, reaching into his suit pocket to get his phone.

“Hello?” His voice is deep and rough, and I imagine that raw tone used on me as he takes me. My whole body shudders at the thought. His hand is still possessively on my ass, and I feel his fingers press into me. Chris sighs, “Yes, of course. That will be just fine. See you soon.” He hangs up the phone, tossing it onto the table behind me. “That was Chelsea Miller from Colson Foods. They want to move dinner to an earlier time. Our car will be here in twenty minutes.”

“Shit,” I mumble under my breath, scrambling off his lap. “I need to change.” I grab my dress off the closet door into my room and head into the bathroom. I need to disappear into the bathroom because we don’t have time for him to fuck me, and my body is still screaming with the kind of arousal I’ll never be able to endure through dinner. I hang my dress on the back of the door, peeling myself out of my skirt, tights, and panties in record time. I brace myself against the sink, fingers already brushing against my clit, when the door opens. Shit shit shit. I forgot to lock the door.

Chris has his shirt off, and I barely have a moment to look at the glory that is his body before he yanks me against him. “Allow me to help with that.” His hand snakes into my hair again, lifting me up and tilting me back just enough that I’m totally at his mercy. His other hand is at my pussy, already stroking, already driving me mad. “I know desperation when I see it,” he says, voice full of sinful promise. He slips a finger inside me, and then another, burying himself to the knuckle. I gasp, try to move, but his hand in my hair keeps me still. My hands find his shoulders and I grab on as he slowly starts to thrust into me with his hand.

“I know you thought we were finished out there,” he says, punctuating his words with hard, deep strokes of his fingers. “You were wrong.” His thumb strokes over my clit, and my body starts to shake. “When we come back from dinner,” his voice drops low and quiet, “I’m going to take you. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember anything but the feeling of my cock inside you.”

He starts to move faster, and I can’t think. “Oh, god. Don’t stop,” I say, my fingers digging into the muscles in his shoulders.

“Is that what you want?” he asks. “For me to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked in your life?”

“Yes.” The admission slips out of me like a sigh, my body relaxing into this new reality. My orgasm is building swiftly, and Chris knows it. He fucks me with his hand, and I can’t do anything to stop the pressure building inside me—don’t want to do anything to stop it. His thumb is stroking my clit with every thrust, and each tiny wave brings me closer to that edge of pleasure. My voice is coming out of me in tiny moans, his fingers drawing it out of me. Our eyes are locked, and I can see the lust as he looks at me, watching me take the pleasure he’s giving me.

Chris pushes down on my clit as he curls his fingers, and I lose it. I come, my voice breaking out in full-throated moaning as my pussy squeezes his fingers. I can feel my orgasm running down my legs, but Chris doesn’t stop grinding his hand on me and in me as the pleasure has its way with me. It grows in waves, and my knees feel weak and watery. When it’s finally over, leaving me breathless and happy and oh so relaxed, Chris slowly removes his fingers from me. He doesn’t release my hair as he brings his hand to his mouth, sucking my juices from his fingers.