The aroma of candles wafted around my bathroom. I had just gotten out of the shower when I stopped in front of the mirror to analyze my naked body. My skin was a rich olive color. My dark blonde hair fell down my back. I had nice legs, toned but not too muscular. My breasts were slightly under developed. Fuck me right. Altogether I had a nice build. Not skinny but not fat.
Admiring myself turned into finding imperfections with myself and then turned into why was I such a failure at relationships. I shifted sideways and further inspected what could be wrong with me. I mean, I was pretty fucking snarky. Maybe that's what's scaring them away after one night of meaningless sex. Maybe it's the fact that its meaningless. It's not like I ever saw a future with any of the guys I'd ever slept with and there had been quite a few. But it still would have been nice if one would've at least tried to sustain a healthy relationship. I mean do I just scream tramp? It seems as though they're fine fucking me until we actually had a real conversation in which I bring out my personality aside from a sex vixen and they slowly drift away. Not that I even wanted more from them, besides sex, at least I think I didn't. I sighed wrapping a towel around my body and blowing out the candles. My room was muggy, everywhere in the apartment was like a sauna because the air conditioner had broken, and it would take a week to fix. I wrapped my hair in a towel as I pulled on some shorts and a tank top. My stomach growled just as I'd entered the kitchen. I hadn't even realized I was hungry, still hadn't bought any real food for my fridge I settled for left over pizza.
Ultimately my week had been very boring, it consisted of; Sleeping, and working. Nothing exciting had happened all week and I was starting to get antsy. Beau or Leo, I think I'll just call him Beau, was being his same arrogant self. I had finally gotten a desk, but it faced him all day. So he caught me doing everything. I had suggested making it into a cubicle for my privacy, to which he responded with a laugh, and a; "But then how will I know you're getting work done?" He was kind of an asshole. Kind of? Sorry, I meant the biggest asshole I'd ever met. Me and him barely conversed unless it had to do with work which was so boring, but I did get his number. (Only so he could call me in the morning to let me know what coffee he wanted me to bring him.) I needed something fun to happen in my life, or I was going to freak out.
"How was lunch?" I heard a voice, startling me as I put my bag down. It was Beau's.
"Fine?" I say giving him a weird look. I sat down at my computer and clicked it to life.
"Just trying to make conversation." He said absentmindedly. I looked up at him. I was wearing a grey button down shirt and a black tie. His hair wasn't slicked back today, it looked natural.
"I like your hair like that." I say simply, and look back down at the expense reports he'd given me earlier to alphabetize.
"Thanks." He chuckled.
"Welcome." I say curtly, and got up to file the report. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked over to the filing cabinet. He often watched me walk around to file reports, but never said anything. Beau's eyes felt sexy on me, even though we hardly talked besides some snide comments here and awkward stares there. I decided to have a little fun, I bent over seductively opening the bottom drawer. I heard him cough. I turned my head towards him. "Got a cold?" I said smirking.
"Allergies." He replied, trying to stay serious.
"Ohh. I see." I say and bend back over. Smirking to myself. I knew men like the back of my hand. I walk back over to my chair and sit down. I pick up another report and fan myself. "God, it's so hot in here." I say, drawing my voice out. I reach up and unclasp the first few buttons of my blouse. I look over at him, his face was heating up, I could see him getting uncomfortable. I almost burst out laughing. I sighed and stood up going to file another report. I opened the top drawer and scowled when I couldn't find the right file. Then I felt a presence behind me.
"It's the bottom drawer." He whispered in my ear. I shivered. Shit. That was hot. I turned to him. He smirked, hands placed in his pockets.
"Thanks." I say, voice a little shaky. He shrugged and whistled walking back to his desk. Okay. I get it, he wants to make this a game. I smile to myself. Interesting. I pull my hair free from it's tight knot on top of my head and shake my hair out a bit. And walk back over to my desk. He notices the change of look, his face getting hot again. I take a piece of hair and wrap it around my finger idly staring at my computer. His eyes were still on me.
"Take a picture." I say smirking at him. He coughs.
"Sorry, I was staring at your pimple. It's huge." He laughs. I scoff.
"As if, my skin is as clear as hell." I retort.
He rolled his eyes, I decide to turn the charm back on. I stand up and walk over to his desk. I place both hands in front of me, leaning forward on them causing my cleavage to pop slightly out of my recently undone buttons.
"Any more reports?" I ask seductively.
He coughs again, trying hard not to stare at my boobs. "Try the ones on your desk that you haven't done yet?" He said sarcastically, I could still hear a hint of lust in his voice.
"Oh right, silly me." I say giggling and walking back over to my desk throwing an extra swing in my hips with each stride. His breathing quickened. I smiled to myself and sat down.
An hour had passed, we had stopped flirting and I was becoming bored again, but, it was almost five. Literally thirty more minutes and I would be free. I looked up to stare at Beau, but quickly diverted my eyes back down to my desk after making complete contact with those deep seas. He was already looking at me? Interesting. I contemplated the meaning of all his flirtatiousness for a good twenty minutes before I heard his chair move across the ground. He stood up and scratched the back of his head.
"So, it's about five. Are you ready to head out?" He said casually while walking over to grab his jacket.
"I've been ready to leave since I walked in." I say flatly and stand up following him towards the coatrack. I slid my green blazer over my shoulders and picked up my purse.
"Yea, that's a great attitude to have, keep it up." He said throwing me a thumbs up and rolling his eyes. He opened his office door and motioned for me to walk out. We had started down the hallway silently when I piped up to ask him a question.
"So, know any good bars around? Or clubs? I'm so bored and I don't really know my way around the party scene." I ask. He smirks.
"Looking to get laid are we?" he said, sliding his badge across the screen to unlock the elevator. I scoff.
"Looking to have a good drunken time, actually. Preferably with karaoke."
"Oh God, please tell me you're not one of those girls." He said with a roll of his eyes.
"I so am." I say confidently. "Just because you're scared to preform doesn't mean the rest of the world is." I say with a wink. He chuckles.
"I do happen to know a bar, it's called Blink." He said with a smirk. I nod my appreciation as the elevator doors open releasing us into the lobby.
"Well, I'll see you Monday then." I say smiling and waving goodbye. He watched me walk across the parking garage and get into my truck.
The bar Beau had suggested was actually perfect. The music was great and wasn't too stuffy, people were dancing and there was indeed a karaoke machine. I had urged Annabelle to come out with me and she did after some begging, but brought her boyfriend along. So basically I was the third wheel.
I was about four shots in when I walked into the bathroom. I studied myself in the mirror and realized that I was starting to feel it. I tucked my hair behind my ear and wiped sweat off my forehead careful not to smudge my makeup. Luckily I'd worn a black mini dress so any sweat stains were nonexistent. I wore high heels that were becoming more and more bearable with every shot. I walked back out to where we were sitting and found the table empty they must've gotten up to dance. I ordered more rounds of tequila and waited patiently noticing my liquid courage growing. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned lazily only to meet eyes with non other than Beau.
"Hi there." I said, instantly horny after looking him up and down. He was wearing black jeans and a black tee. I smirked. "We match." He smiled.
"We do don't we?" he replied sitting down next to me. My heart thumped in my chest at our close proximity. The drinks I'd ordered finally arrived. Beau raised an eyebrow.
"What's the matter? Afraid of a little tequila?" I said smirking.
"I'm not afraid of anything." He stated, picking up the shot and clinking it with mine and swiftly downing it.
"This is the best way to take them." I said, I picked up a slice of lime from a tray and slid it across his neck then sucking the rest of the lime juice and taking the tequila shot and finishing with licking the rest of the lime juice off his neck. He laughed. And leaned into my ear.
"That was hot." He whispered, his breath trailing down my neck. I shuddered, and oh God, I was wet.
"Lets dance." I said smiling. He followed me and we stopped in the middle of the floor where everyone was gyrating on one another. I turned my back to him and started moving my hips to the rhythm he followed close behind, placing his hands on my hips pulling us closer. I turned facing him. He looked down at me, those fucking eyes. I couldn't take it. I fisted his hair pulling his face into mine. We swayed to the music while we kissed. I tried to control the kiss by licking his bottom lip but he snaked his hand up my body and around my neck then bit down on my lip gently, I opened and let him intertwine our tongues. I pulled away first, sweating from all the body heat. He panted, looking at me with eyes that said 'lets get out of here'. I nodded as he pulled me through the crowd of people. I stopped by the table to let Annabelle know I was leaving. She gave me a look of disbelief as she saw I was going home with the CEO of our firm, then mouthed, 'Text me the details' I laughed and nodded following him out of the bar.
"Your place or mine?" I said once we were finally outside.
"Mine." He said, his eyes were dark with lust.
"I'll just follow you then." I said smirking, his eyes got serious for a moment.
"How much have you had to drink? You probably shouldn't drive." I pondered that for a moment. I thought I was fine.. but I guess that is how most drunk accidents happened.
"A lot." I replied, swaying a bit. "Okay, you drive." I said. He nodded and led me to his car.
Beau was also loaded, judging from his fancy loft that had valet parking. I admired his lavish building. He even had a sanctioned elevator with a code solely for him to use only that led straight to his flat. I'd be more impressed if my mother didn't have a few of her own in various cities as well. I suddenly felt way under dressed, even in the elevator. My black dress was too short, and too strapless. I probably looked like a hooker to the valet driver. Though I'm sure they've seen their fair share of women coming and leaving beau's place. His living room was beautiful with a huge window overlooking the city, it reminded me of his office. He watched me as I walked around taking everything in. I walked to the window looking out, even at two am the streets were busy.
"I'd like to fuck you up against this window." He said from behind me. Now there's an idea. I turned and noticed how close he'd gotten.
"Be my guest." I said staring into his eyes seductively. He smirked, brushing his fingers across my collarbone I shivered. His fingers were hot against my skin. I couldn't help but think about my other sexual encounters with various other bosses. I wondered if he knew.
He slid his fingers further down slowly tugging at my dress, my left breast popped out and he flicked my nipple softly warranting a moan from me. I licked my lips and watched as he crouched down and brought his mouth to my breast encircling his tongue around my nipple I moaned loudly again tangling my hands in his hair. I was dripping wet. He snaked his other hand up my thigh and slid one finger inside me and stopped sucking my nipple to curse.
"Fuck you're wet." He said his eyes dark with lust. He brought his mouth back up to mine, kissing me passionately. I clawed at his shirt until he pulled it over his head, then he pulled my dress clean off. I ran my hands along his chest and he wrapped his fingers in my hair pulling my head back swiftly to place kisses on my neck, sucking and biting. "When I fuck you, I want you to say my name." He said, his fingers still locked in my hair and making me look up at him.
"Which one?" I said sarcastically. He pulled my hair a little hard but it just made me wetter.
"I'm going to fuck that smart ass mouth of yours." He said. I smirked and kneeled in front of him. My fingers worked quickly unbuckling his pants and pulling them down he stepped out of them, his fingers still intertwined with my locks. Let me just say that he was very well endowed. I looked up and he smirked at my obvious excitement at his impressive size. Then I looked down and lightly pressed my tongue to the tip of his dick he shuddered. I caressed his balls and sucked on the tip teasing him.
"Look up at me." He commanded and I did, as he shoved his dick in my mouth throwing his head back with pleasure. I gagged, my nipples getting impossibly harder. "Keep your eyes on me Summer." He said gripping the back of my head and thrusting his dick in and out of my open mouth. I don't know why I liked being dominated so much. He finally pulled out of my mouth and I stood up, wiping the excess saliva from around my lips. He bent down and pulled a condom out of his pants pocket that now lay strewn across the floor. And then picked me up in one swift motion his hand gripping my ass. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me over to the granite island in the middle of his kitchen. He placed me down then put on the condom carefully with one hand while thumbing my swollen clit over my lace panties with his other. I admired his multitasking skills. He pushed me back against the counter once he had placed the condom and and ripped my panties right down the middle. I almost came just at that. He opened my legs gripped my hips thrusting in to me, hard. I screamed, heat rising in my stomach. He pounded into me relentlessly keeping a rhythm while massaging my clit. It was almost too much. "Don't come till I say so." He said, sticking his middle finger into my mouth. I sucked his finger then moaned. He gripped my throat gently but with just enough pressure. I loved it. He pulled out and pulled me off the counter turning my back to him and pushing me face down. I groaned splaying my arms out on either side of me looking for something to grip as he thrust in to me again. It was agony trying to control my orgasm, I could feel it bubbling up as he slapped my ass while thrusting in and out of me. "Say my name." he said.
"Beau."
"Louder." His thrusts got faster.
"Beau." I couldn't take it any more.
"Louder. What's my name?" he said gripping my long hair and pulling.
"Beau!" I screamed out, enjoying every second of this delicious torture.
"Oh fuck, come now." He commanded and I did. I exploded screaming his name, he moaned loudly and also came. I felt him jerk inside me as he continued to thrust slowly through both of our orgasms and aftershocks. He let go of my hair and kissed up my spine. I was collapsed on the counter trying to recover and regain enough energy to walk. He kissed my neck softly as he pulled out. I inhaled and tried to stand up but my legs deceived me wobbling under my weight. Beau chuckled and swooped me up carrying me to his bedroom. He sat me on the bed. I looked at him.
"Lets do it again." I said, he smirked his eyes dark yet again and his dick rising back up. I'd never came in unison with another person before tonight.