Accidental Rivals_An Office Romance Page 14

  He works the dress down, over my legs, to the floor, before easing me down onto my back and letting his mouth explore me.

  I close my eyes, fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him and letting him take control of me all at once. “Zack… Zack…” I whisper, my head rolling back and forth, losing myself. God, so much pleasure. Sensation rolls over me in waves as his tongue laps at my increasingly sensitive skin. My stomach, my navel, the hem of my panties while he slowly, inch, by torturous inch, slides them down.

  “So good…” he growls, kissing the insides of my thighs.

  My hips jerk upward on their own, meeting his mouth.

  Looking up into my eyes, he slides his tongue between my slit.

  My clit pulses. “Oh Jesus,” I gasp as he runs it along the length of my cleft before sucking my whole pussy into his mouth.

  I scream, completely lost now. It’s been so long and he’s oh, so good. He eats me as if he’s been starving for a taste of me. He’s not doing it as if it’s a favor to me, as if he wants to get on with other things. He does it as if there is nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing. As if he’s lost in the flavor of me. There’s something so hot about a man who is enjoys pleasuring a woman that much.

  This man just loves driving me crazy, making me writhe and gasp, making me grind my pussy against his face because I’m an animal. He’s turning me into an animal. And I love it. I can let out everything I’ve been holding back.

  He wants me to. His hands find mine, our fingers lacing together as he continues to work my clit with his skillful tongue. We’re in this together. And somehow, this is what pushes me over the edge. My back arches as I come, letting loose a torrent of screams that seem to shake the kitchen.

  It’s a revelation. Like being born again. Tears threaten to spill over onto my cheeks as I sit up, holding him close while my body continues to shake from the force of my orgasm.

  This is what I’ve been missing? Not just sex, but connection? Now I know why it always felt like something was off, just slightly wrong. Because this is so much more than physical. I don’t know what to do with what I’m going through.

  He just holds me. No words. He lets me feel what I’m feeling. Even though his dick is hard, pressing against me. Even though he’s breathing heavily, almost grunting with desire. He holds me while strange tears fill my eyes and roll down my face. He doesn’t let go until I’ve calmed completely down, and show him I’m ready for more by letting my hand slip down the cords of tight muscles in his stomach.

  I unbutton and unzip his pants to show him how much more I’m ready for, then unbutton his shirt while he takes care of unrolling a condom over his thick, straining length. God, he’s so big. Even bigger than what he was in my fantasy. Of course, he is. He’s perfection.

  Taking my butt in his hands, he pulls me to the edge of the counter in one quick jerk before sliding into my waiting folds.

  I can’t help but gasp sharply as he parts me and sinks in deep. “Oh, my God, Zack,” I whisper against the side of his neck while he takes me, thrusting smoothly. All I can do is hold on, my arms around his shoulders, my legs around his hips as he rides me, driving us both to the point of grunting and panting as we take what we need from each other.

  While we make something else.

  I move back and our eyes meet. I hold his gaze as he begins to lose control of his pace and his rhythm. I’m losing it again, too, my muscles tightening around him—which only drives him even crazier, his breath hot on my skin as the muscles of his throat strain at the increased pressure.

  “Yes… yes, Zack, please…” I don’t know what I’m asking for.

  He doesn’t seem to mind. He crushes my body to his before pummeling me with a furious burst of sharp, deep thrusts and I let go, leaning against him as my body shudders in release.

  His roar fills the air around us as he comes with me, and we stay that way. Locked together until we catch our breath.

  When he pulls away, I expect a little nervous laughter, a little apology, or the inevitable questions of whether everything is okay or worse… was it as good for me as it was for him.

  What I don’t expect is his growl as he lifts me into his arms like a caveman and carries me away from the kitchen. “I haven’t shown you the bedroom yet.”

  Zack

  As soon as I lay her on the bed, my hands lock on her ankles. Pulling them wide apart I stare down at her pussy. Pink, wet, and quivering with excitement. My gaze rises up to her face.

  Sienna looks up at me, her eyes wide.

  “That’s one pretty cunt you have there, babe.”

  She blushes, the color seeping into her cheeks, and I let my eyes roam over her glorious nakedness. Part of me can’t believe she’s on my bed, buck naked, her legs wide open for me. For so long, she was the hot bitch at the office who looked at me as if I was dirt at the bottom of her shoes. Who’d have thought I’d be eating her pussy.

  Without warning, I flip her onto her stomach. She gasps as I spread her legs and tilt her hips upwards so her pussy and fine ass are opened up and completely exposed to me. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

  “Keep that position,” I order.

  As my face gets closer, her scent invades my senses, making it hard for me to even think straight. I don’t tease, or mess around this time. I go straight for her clit, sucking the engorged, sensitive nub into my mouth.

  Her hips jerk with surprise at the sudden assault, but I grasp her outer thighs and holding firm, run my tongue along her slit. She tastes like heaven. It drives me so wild I swear I could fucking come just from eating pussy. With great dedication, I give myself over to the task of feasting on her sweet flesh.

  “Oh, Zack… Oh, Zack,” she chants again and again, as if her brain is so scrambled she can’t find any other words.

  As I devour her, my fingers get busy fucking her hard. When she is nearly over the edge, I pull my fingers out of her, flip myself onto my back and order, “Straddle my face, Honey. I want you to come on my face.”

  She obeys quickly, her ripe breasts bouncing. I watch as she raises her lush bottom into the air and hovers, her glistening folds inches over my face. I have to admire its beauty, the splayed crevice between her cheeks, and the little puckered orifice. As I watch, that little hole move up over my nose towards my eyes, and her dripping slit lowers over my mouth.

  My tongue extends before she is even within reach. A drop of her nectar leaks onto my tongue. Taking one last look at her cute anal orifice, I raise my head and push my tongue into her giddy sweetness. She shudders at the tongue fucking.

  My five o’clock shadow rasps against her soft skin. There’s going to be marks left behind, but right now, she doesn’t even register the burn. Throwing her head back, she rides my face hard until she finds her release in a great rush, her thighs squeezing my head. Her cum floods out of her into my mouth and face as I lick it eagerly.

  For a few seconds afterwards, Sienna doesn’t move as she enjoys the aftermath of euphoria and the sweet sensation of my tongue meandering all over her pussy. Then she turns her body sideways and looks down at me. “I fucking love this position,” she exclaims, a wicked glint in her eyes.

  “I bet you do,” I reply between licks.

  “Haven’t you had enough?” she asks a cheeky look in her eyes.

  I spear her swollen flesh with my tongue. “I’m never going to get enough of this.”

  “Did I ever tell you I love to suck cock?” she asks, her teeth snagging her reddened, swollen bottom lip.

  Fancy that, she’s shy. It’s so fucking sexy.

  “A girl who likes to suck cock. Where have you been all my life?” I tease.

  She shrugs. “I know. It’s weird, but I just love the feeling of having a cock in my mouth, the way it throbs on my tongue, the silkiness of it.”

  I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

  “Not to brag or anything, but I’m almost porn-star good at giving a blowjob,” she pauses and looks at me wickedly. “But
I’ve never, never had such a gloriously huge cock like yours. I don’t know if I will be able to deep throat something that big, but I’m planning on giving it a damn good try.”

  I chuckle.

  “To be honest,” she adds, “I actually can’t wait to taste you. You’ve got the kind of cock I’d like to gently nurse for as long as possible.”

  “In that case, let’s begin. We have all night my eager little cock sucker.”

  Instantly, she lays forward on top of me.

  The sensuous move gives me an irresistible view of her pink bits. I snarl and bite one of her ass cheeks.

  She moans and licks my erect cock like it is a lollipop. “God, you taste so good,” she purrs.

  Knowing fully well she is driving me insane she plays with my dick mercilessly, stroking it with maddening slowness, tracing each vein from base to tip with the tip of her tongue. With each torturous action, she turns around and looks arrogantly into my eyes, knowing she has me exactly where she wants me. Right now, she’s the one with all the power.

  She sucks the entire head into her hot mouth, and I groan.

  It’s a shame I can’t enjoy watching my dick disappear into her pretty face. As she sucks, she takes more and more in with each bob of her head. Fuck, I’m so horny I have to stop myself from blowing my load.

  To level the field, I pull up my head and feast once more on Sienna’s hot, sticky flesh. She squirms, but I get my hands up between us and use my fingers to spread her lips so I can get deeper into those slick folds. I lick every inch of her as she moans, screams, wriggles and grinds her sex against my face in blissful pleasure.

  Suddenly, her ass cheeks clench my face tighter, and she climaxes with a forceful blast of warm liquid. At that moment, I stop trying to hold and let myself come too, spurting into her mouth while she sucks hard and milks every last drop out of me. When it is over, she slumps on top of me, drained and exhausted.

  “Yeah, you take a little rest, sweetheart, because I’m not finished with you yet.”

  Sienna

  Oh. My. God.

  The first thing that goes through my head on opening my eyes is utter horror. Just a rush of complete horror at myself.

  What was I thinking? Why did I do this?

  I’ve never done anything like it in my life. Sleeping with a colleague. As if I needed to further complicate things.

  Sure, it seemed like a good idea at the time. It seemed like an extremely good idea. One of those ideas a person goes through with even when their intellect tells them it’s probably the worst thing they could possibly do. Because in certain situations—hormones are more powerful than good sense.

  Which is an awful shame.

  Not that it wasn’t fun. It was mind-blowingly fun, the sort of fun I haven’t had in way too long. Not that it wasn’t more than fun. No matter what happens, I’ll never forget the sense of connection with him last night. I’ll never forget the rush of emotion, and the way he allowed me to work my way through that. And not that there is a huge part of me that’s just loving the fact that I’m waking up in his bed.

  It’s just that things sure would be better if I didn’t have to see him at work today. Yes. That would be better.

  His deep, even breathing is just behind me. Thank God, he doesn’t have an arm draped over me or something. I’m not much of a sleep cuddler. I need my space. Maybe’s he’s the same way.

  I would love to explore the other ways in which we’re compatible, because, judging by last night, we are certainly compatible, very compatible. But getting out of here is much more important right now. While he’s sleeping. It’ll be hard enough to face him in the office.

  I hear stirring coming from the bedroom as I slip out the front door.

  Whew. Just made it.

  I’m not so lucky on arriving at work, however. In fact, it looks as though he’s waiting for me at the elevator. What are the odds that we just happen to arrive at the same time?

  His phone is in one hand and he’s scrolling through messages on it and the other is grasping a cup of coffee. Looking like sex on two legs, especially now that I know what he looks like during orgasm.

  My heart races a little as I approach. “Good morning,” I murmur, keeping my eyes on the floor. Oh, God, what’s he thinking? Is he going to be cool? I remind myself he’s an adult, as am I, and I’m certain a man like him has been through more than his share of one-night stands over the course of his life.

  He clears his throat like he might want to say something, but he’s interrupted by a member of the accounting department whose name I don’t know.

  Penny? Patty?

  Whoever she is, she’s young and cute and she seems to know him. “Good morning,” she greets giddily, batting her eyelashes.

  I wonder how she’d feel if I tore them all out.

  He barely looks up in acknowledgement, only glancing away from his phone for a split second.

  Ha! Take that, I say to myself, glaring at the back of her head as we step onto the elevator.

  The door swishes shut and I concentrate my attention on the lighted panel above the doors. At least there’s an excuse for us to stay silent. It’s not like we could discuss last night in front of this girl, whatever her name is. Though, I’d love to see her reaction.

  I’d love to see everyone’s reaction, honestly. After all, I hated him a week ago and everyone knew it. And everyone loved watching the sparks fly between us. I wonder if any bets were laid, and if anyone had us sleeping together at this point.

  I guess they saw what I didn’t want to see. I should talk to him. Shouldn’t I? I ought to at least thank him for dinner, as ridiculous as that would be. We’d both know what I was really referring to, but it might at least be a decent segue into discussing how we’ll handle being in the office together.

  To my eternal relief, I get an email as we’re stepping off the elevator. Great, I have an excuse to speak to Zack.

  Penny/Polly/whatever her name is walks on ahead.

  “Do you see this?” I asked, pointing to my phone. “Kent. Now he wants to make an offer.”

  He checks his phone, an eyebrow quirking up. “I don’t have a message. Seems you’re the only one who got the email.” His smile is tight, knowing. Kent only wants an excuse to meet up with me, and we both know it.

  “It’s a shame he’s missed his opportunity,” I reply, meaning much more than my words imply on the surface. And I think he knows it, because he smiles slowly.

  My breath catches and I stare into his eyes as if I’m hypnotized.

  One of our colleagues passes by. “How’s it hanging?” he calls.

  Zack frowns. “Catch you later,” he says softly to me.

  I nod. This thing is stronger than me. I’m not going to try and resist it. Why should I? It feels so damn good.

  He is smiling as he heads to his cubicle.

  I head to mine, determined to let Kent know there’s no chance of anything happening. As for getting any further work done, I have no clue how it’ll be possible. I can’t keep my brain focused on one thing at a time for more than a few seconds, since I can’t stop wondering whether he’ll tell everyone about what happened.

  No, that’s not his style. He’s many things, but I doubt he maintains that frat boy mentality. Comparing notes on the girls they’ve slept with. He’s not like that.

  Isn’t he? What do I really know about him? My mind starts obsessing about him, us, me. A half hour passes, feeling like a million years. I’m stunned when I check the time. It’s not even lunch yet, that’s how out of it I am. I haven’t accomplished a thing yet. What is going on with me? I haven’t even written up my to-do list, the way I do every single morning.

  Maybe I’ll ask him to lunch. I mean, he bought dinner last night. It’s only fair I take him out for a meal next. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll take him to lunch. I manage to get up the courage to go to his cubicle, my legs shaking all the way, and he’s not even at his desk.

  The desk isn’t emp
ty, though. I move closer to it. My heart is beating fast. There’s a contract sitting on it. A contract with the signatures of the Dawsons on it.

  And only Zack’s name as the seller.

  “No,” I whisper, going to it, flipping through. There must be a mistake. There has to be. He wouldn’t cheat me like that not after…

  Not after, he got me into bed. Not after, he seduced me by taking me to dinner, by bringing me into his life and humanizing himself to me. Not after he got my guard down, completely obliterated it. Not after, he all but ordered me to take care of Tami, so he could go to the lunch meeting without me.

  Oh, my God. How stupid am I?

  The room spins, and I have to hold onto the edge of the desk to keep myself upright. After everything, after all the time I worked to stay on my toes and sharp, I let a sharp suited salesman play me for a fool.

  I allowed it in the end. He didn’t even have to try very hard.

  I can’t breathe. Tears choke me. I have to see Rodney. I have to tell him what happened. This cannot stand. It must not. I was ready to be mature and not bring the boss into it, but I can’t now. Not when he’s taken advantage of me this way.

  I should have trusted my gut instinct.

  With my fists clenched, I walk in sharp, quick strides toward Rodney’s office. What’s he going to think when I tell him the truth? His golden boy won’t look so golden anymore. It’ll ruin Rodney’s opinion of me and my reputation at the office, but there’s no way I’m going to let him get away with this. Maybe I won’t tell him about last night, but I’ll give him enough information that he’ll know for sure what a louse Zack is. A liar and a pig. Just like I always knew he was.

  There Rodney is, inside his glass-walled office with Zack.