“Now, push those gorgeous breast together.” My anxious hands make quick work of doing what I’m told. From the moment he glides his cock between my breasts, to the way his eyes stay glued onto his precise slow thrusting movements, I feel myself ready lose all control. I surrender myself to this sex god. He could ask me to do anything right now and I will gladly do it. “Fuck yeah. Tell me, Lucia, tell me this feels good. Tell me you want my dick in your mouth. In your cunt. In your ass. Tell me,” he grunts, pumping several times. He coats me with the oil, as I feel his fingers plunge into me. I gasp and cry out, my hips bucking off of the table. I’m so transfixed on watching him fuck me, his cock mere inches from my mouth, I didn’t realize he had let go of himself.
“Fuck, come for me, Lucia. You want it. You know you want to come on my fingers before you come all over my cock.”
The sound of my slick heat is all I hear until my orgasm hits me. I thrash my head back and forth, as I climax, I’m harshly flipped over, my orgasm still rippling through me. Gripped by the back of my hair, I fall on my hands and knees. I hear the sound of a condom packet being torn open, a glorious hiss escaping Heath’s mouth, as his thick cock slams into my pussy. I’m clenching my walls, clawing at the shiny surface of the table as my body gives in. He’s fucking me hard. Relentlessly. Powerfully. He’s giving it to me dirty, raw, and savagely good. I haven’t been fucked carnally like this in a long time. I meet each one of his demanding thrusts, welcome him calling my name, until he stops. Glancing back at him, he’s staring at my not quite thoroughly fucked pussy as if it’s a treasure.
“You demand pleasure, Lucia. I’m going to please you with everything I have. Come here.” He beckons me up with his hand. My weak legs barely able to stand when he sets me on the floor. “Up against the glass,” he demands.
“God damn, you are sinfully sexy.” He presses me up against the glass. The cold is welcomed by my overheated skin. “I haven’t even properly kissed you yet.” Slowly, he dips his head, capturing my mouth in his. Our tongues ravishing the taste of each other. He’s smooth everywhere, his tongue, his chest, his face. I can’t keep my hands off of him. I touch every part of him I can reach. He lifts me, my legs wrap around him.
“Fuck me,” I say into his mouth.
“All weekend long, Lucia. I’m going to fuck you all weekend long.”
And he does. He fucks me up against this glass. He fucks me on top of his bar in his restaurant. In his bed and on every available surface in his house. It’s not until he drives me to the airport, do I realize, for the first time in the ten years that I’ve been doing this that I wasn’t the one in control. He was. The entire flight home all I can think about is, why him?
FIVE
I am starting to think I might only work four days a week when I have my weekend getaways. This Monday morning shit is for the birds and certainly not Luca West. This particular Monday, I am not ready for the office, not one bit. Heath was so impossibly fantastic that quite possibly a small tear came to my eye when the plane lifted off the ground back to my home – a city that Heath certainly did not know I lived in.
Colin is quiet on the drive to the office because he knows. I mean, he doesn’t really know, but it probably doesn’t escape him that every time I return from a trip, I’m gloomy. He might think it has to do with the weather, but hell, it happens during the summer months, too. I ask him to repeat sad songs on his playlist. Right now, Radiohead sings about being plastic and I can’t help but wonder if what I do in my wonderful spare time is fake and stupid. I’ll be honest, I was utterly smitten by Heath. Carl got it just right this time, and damn if I didn’t wish I had picked up his cell right before we left the room to call myself. The damn thing was locked up, of course.
Eighty-five floors up to Divider Marketing isn’t a long enough elevator ride so I purposely take an extra moment before I step off the lift. Immediately, Annie’s radiant Monday morning smile welcomes me back. Before I hold up my hand to tell her I need at least two cups of coffee and thirty minutes, she produces a tall cup of Starbucks coffee from behind the receptionist desk and hands it to me.
“I know you need your coffee and requisite time to settle, but Mitch and Leo got a call from the owner of Steel Charter this weekend. He asked for a meeting for tomorrow afternoon. Those two are going nuts with the planning team and well, it isn’t pretty,” she exhales deeply, a frown replacing he smile.
I stare at her blankly and again ponder asking for a four day work week instead of this faux emergency bull shit. Everyone should know by now that Divider Marketing will blow the socks off prospective clients whether we have five months or five minutes preparation time. It’s a standard presentation. We formulated and perfected the proverbial thirty second elevator speech back when we started.
“Have they pulled up the template on the initial consult meeting?” I ask, as I look through the pile of envelopes she hands me. We walk through the hall toward my office and I hear the guys either bouncing a basketball or a fucking rock against a wall somewhere in the office. “Will they ever fucking grow up?” I bark out.
“Never,” she deadpans. I look over at her with a small grin. At least I have Annie. She is sometimes the only one who understands my frustration in regards to working with two nerdy, yet stuck up children. What am I saying? She’s always there to keep me from pulling my hair out, and I love my hair.
So did Heath. I picture him smiling softly at me as he raked his fingers through my strands the morning before. His low humming reminded me of a sexy Eddie Vedder and when I asked him to sing a few bars of what he was humming, I wasn’t surprised that a cross between Eddie and Sting came effortlessly from his vocal cords.
“Luca? You okay?” Annie looks at me with concern etched into her pretty features.
I nod. “Oh, yeah. I just had a long plane ride last night. I could’ve used a few more hours of sleep.” I half lie. I hardly slept all damn weekend. I am utterly worn out.
She nods in agreement as if she knows exactly what I’m feeling. Yeah, honey, I love you and all, but I doubt you know what two nights of continuous fucking hard and fast feels like. I give her an appeasing smile, because I am not going to argue my point for obvious reasons.
Mitch and Leo are like two attention starved puppies as they ramble their way down the hall to meet me right outside of my office. I swear their tongues are even hanging out. I force myself not to roll my eyes, but dammit, I really want to.
“Luca, thank God you’re back. We have a big, big, big presentation tomorrow. Steel Charter is going to be a massive ten year campaign and they need us to have go to applications as soon as possible,” Mitch nearly pants out. Good Lord, maybe I need to rename my co-workers to go along with their personalities. Dog names, of course.
“Yes, Mitchell, I heard,” I say in my borderline formal, with a touch of sarcasm tone. Annie stifles a laugh and Leo throws up his hands without saying a word. “Good morning, by the way. My weekend was fabulous and yours?”
Hey, I try. If I am going to be in the office, putting out their imaginary fires, I need to feel like I am appreciated for more than my ability to fucking calm these people down. It’s like they’ve never had a first meeting before.
“Annie, since these guys aren’t going to chill out, please print off the master template for first meetings with the application addendum. Also, we will need conference room one for two hours,” I say in a brisk no nonsense voice.