Oh God.
His lips are so warm against mine.The kiss starts off soft and sensual. Mouths pressed together… lips slowly caressing… his tongue touching my lips, and I open wide to take him in.His arms encircle my waist and pull me to him. I’m pressing against him, my soft curves against his muscles. Even under the designer tux, I can feel his rock-hard body.I can feel something else, too.Something thick and long, getting thicker and longer.The kiss starts off soft and sensual, but it rapidly becomes something else. Harder… more insistent.I don’t even notice. I’m caught up in the moment, thinking of nothing but how much I want his hands all over me…And then they are. Caressing the exposed skin on my back… drifting down my bare arms…Suddenly he seizes my hair at the nape of my neck and pulls back. I gasp as he moves his lips to my neck and bites gently at my throat.My blood is suddenly pounding in my ears. I’m immediately wet.I feel that solid pressure in his pants, now fully hard and jutting off to the side. Oh God… I can feel it pressing against my stomach… I want so bad to touch it, but I can’t, I shouldn’t, I –His fingers slip the strap of my dress off my shoulder, and now he’s kissing my collarbone.And now the top of my breasts.“No,” I gasp.“No?” he asks, amused, as he pulls back up and kisses me on my lips, gently stifling my protests.“We shouldn’t,” I gasp. My chest is heaving, my head is spinning.“You’re right… we shouldn’t be out here, alone, with no one to see us,” he purrs in my ear, tickling me, turning me on even more.His hand cups my breast. My nipple is already hard, and his thumb begins to circle it, making me ache so good – both there, and down between my thighs.“I shouldn’t be touching you like this… getting you all excited… getting you all turned on…”His other hand has been slowly grabbing my dress at my side, pulling it up an inch at a time, bunching it in his hand, pulling it up another inch. Now I can feel his warm hand against my bare thigh. His fingers slip between my legs and begin grazing the front of my thong, so softly, so sensually…“I shouldn’t be touching you here… I shouldn’t be caressing you like this…”My eyes are closed. I’m in another world, just lost in the pleasure. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, that I shouldn’t let him do this, but his words are mesmerizing me… slowly pushing past all my defenses…His fingers ease inside the top of my soaked underwear and began to softly stroke my clit.I moan. My whole body trembles.“I really shouldn’t be touching you here… I shouldn’t be reaching inside to stroke you like this…”His finger parts my lips, slides up along my groove. With all my wetness on his skin, he begins to circle my clit more insistently, rubbing up and down and all around it.My knees are buckling. My insides are fluttering.“I sooo shouldn’t be doing this… trying to make you come… you shouldn’t come for me… don’t… don’t come for me…”As soon as he tells me not to come, that’s all I can do. It’s a little orgasm, but it’s enough to completely obliterate any other thought in my head. Little pulses of pleasure shoot from my pussy to my toes and fingers all the way up to my head. I cry out, my eyes still closed, and try to keep my balance.While I’m still coming, his other hand grabs mine and puts it right on the front of his pants. Underneath my palm, I feel the outline of his shaft pressing against the fabric. Big, thick, very warm.That sensation just intensifies my orgasm, making me come a little harder at the end.“And you shouldn’t be touching my cock like that… shouldn’t be cupping it in your hand… shouldn’t be running your fingers across it like that…”It’s like I’m hypnotized. I can’t do anything but what he says. I’m too awash in pleasure… and I love the feel of that big, thick pressure in my hand way too much to let it go. I stroke softly up and down, loving the length of it, loving the way it strains under my touch.I feel his fingers tugging my thong down my thighs.I don’t protest. I just keep stroking his shaft, my eyes closed, my lips slightly parted, knowing I shouldn’t be doing this, but WANTING to, deep inside me to my very core.I hear a ziiiiiip and I feel him shift his hips, and suddenly my hand is touching hot, satiny-soft skin stretched tight over the biggest, hardest cock I’ve ever felt in my life.I stroke him softly all the way up to his crown.He’s wet. His big, swollen head is slick with pre-cum.oh god oh God Oh God OH GODI want to look at it, but I don’t want to break the spell. I don’t want to stop, and I’m afraid if I open my eyes, I will freak out and run away, and I don’t want to. I want more, I want –I want him to fuck me.On cue, there is the crinkle of ripping foil, and I feel his fingers rolling a condom down his shaft. My hand strays down to his sack, and I gently cup him and play with those big, heavy balls, letting them loll around in my palm.Suddenly his hands are on my ass, under my thighs, lifting me up in the air. He’s so strong – it’s like I weigh nothing to him.I circle my legs around his waist, and he slowly lowers me, one arm circling my waist now.Something thick and blunt presses against my lips –And then he’s inside me.Just the head at first, but Jesus that’s big enough. I gasp out loud, overcome by pleasure and the tiniest bit of pain.Now he’s easing inside me… inch by inch… pulling out, letting my juices slick down his shaft, easing back in…“Oh God,” I whimper, and bury my head against his shoulder as he keeps sliding inside me.He keeps going on forever, it seems. So deep… so deep inside me…And so thick. Filling me up. Pressing against me from every direction inside. Such glorious, hot, sweet, fuckable pressure.Finally he’s full inside me, and he starts to gently rock. An inch out, then balls deep. Two inches out, two inches back in. Three inches… four inches… five inches… six… more… each stroke getting progressively longer… deeper… hitting places deep inside me…I’m moaning, I’m sighing, I’m groaning. I lean backwards, my hair hanging free in the air as he holds me with his big strong arms and just fucks me. Fucks me so good.He pulls me back up with one arm, never missing a stroke, and pulls my face to his.He’s kissing me now, angrily, passionately. Rough and urgent.I kiss him back, both of my hands on his smooth face, letting him inside me, both inside my mouth and between my legs.Actually, I didn’t let him inside me so much as he took it. Just possessed me – fucking me, kissing me so deeply.We break off the kiss, and for the first time I open my eyes.He’s looking right at me, his face contorted in pain and pleasure. His beautiful eyes… that scowl on his face like he can’t believe h
WHAT THE FUCK?!I stand there in complete and utter shock. The best sex of my life, and the guy – the incredibly hot, powerful, rich, brilliant guy – walks off, leaving me naked, on a ledge in a secret passageway four stories above Sunset Boulevard.WHAT THE FUCK?!I hurriedly pull on my dress, embarrassed at what I’ve done. I look back at the people beyond the mirror, but they’re completely oblivious. At least I don’t have any witnesses to my shameful predicament.Except the douchebag who just walked out.I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I let him do that to me.And then he just walks off!The fucking ASSHOLE!JERK!GODDAMN PRICK!I pick my panties up off the cement walkway. It’s dusty up here, so there’s no way I’m putting them back on. I open up my clutch to stuff them in – And realize something’s wrong.It’s a little light.I look inside.My wallet’s there – no money is missing – But my cell phone’s gone.Holy fucking shit, I am going to KILL Grant Carlson if I ever r
One other thing I kinda neglected to mention: I’m a former hacker.I started playing with computers when I was seven. I messed up my Dad’s computer, and boooooy was he mad. But rather than punishing me, he just bought another one and was like, “Eve, the broken one’s yours. Do whatever you want with it, but do NOT touch mine again.”Within three weeks I’d learned how to install different operating systems, was messing with UNIX, and yada yada yada. You don’t care. Suffice it to say, by fifteen I was a full-on hacker. I breached the Department of Defense’s website. I was a high-ranking member of Anonymous (hackers who try to right societal wrongs). My specialty was fucking up revenge porn sites and torching the owners’ bank accounts.Then, when I was 17, my buddy Mailin got caught.Mailin was the closest thing I had to a boyfriend in high school, though we never kissed or even held hands. But we were inseparable. He was a hacker, too, though not as good as me. Which is why he got caugh
The Hollywood Charity Gala was on Saturday night. I started work the second I got home and pulled an all-nighter with the aid of lots of coffee. I know that probably sounds horrible to you, but I’m a computer geek. Twenty-four hours of hacking is my version of getting drunk at the club and going to an afterparty.I won’t bore you, but by Sunday evening, I had poked into every nook and cranny of the internet I could find, searching for ways to fuck Grant Carlson up.He was a slippery character, I’ll give him that.All of his major bank accounts appeared to be offshore holding companies. I traced 27 accounts back to St. Lucia, the Seychelles, and Samoa. I found out he owned astounding amounts of property in every major city in the world – Paris, New York City, Los Angeles, Hong Kong, Tokyo, Moscow, Buenos Aires, Mexico City, London, you name it. We’re talking hundreds of millions of dollars.And that wasn’t even counting his family’s construction companies.But the most useful thing I
The thing that infuriated me, though, was I couldn’t stop thinking about him.Couldn’t stop thinking about the sex. His cock. His kisses.Couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d done, what he’d said, how he’d smelled, how he’d felt while he was inside me.Couldn’t stop thinking about me being naked, in public, having mind-blowing sex just feet away from people who couldn’t see me.I’d never done that before. If you’d asked me before last night if I would have liked it, I would have said HELL no!But I did.He’d taken me outside of myself and led me to do something I never would have asked for on my own… and I loved it.And then he’d gone and been a total dick.I hated him for walking away from me after sex like that…But, paradoxically, it made me want him more. It was the opposite of every clingy, needy guy I’d ever been with. The kind who were just so happy to get laid that they rolled over at every opportunity.I was so angry at him… but I was kind of turned on by it, too.It was a
But he’s definitely not finished.He sits down in my plush leather chair and arranges me effortlessly so that I’m straddling him. I can feel his cock pressing hard through the material of his pants against me.He starts to unzip his fly.“Wait,” I say.He stops and looks at me. I can tell he’s annoyed.“I want to see your body,” I whisper.The intent look turns to a grin, and he nods.I undo his tie and unbutton his shirt. God, he’s fucking gorgeous. Incredible chest… pronounced muscles… washboard abs. I want to see his arms – his biceps are so big they’re straining against his sleeves – but he seems impatient, and I don’t want to make him shuck off his jacket.I let my fingers trail lightly down his massive pecs, through the light scattering of hair on his chest. I touch his hard, small nipples… then move down to his abs, which feel like they’re carved out of wood under the skin.He grunts as I unbuckle his belt, unzip him, and reach in and free his cock.Oh God.I didn’t get to see
And then I gradually come back to reality.I can’t believe I just did that.IcannotBELIEVE Ijustdid that.I grab a box of tissues out of my desk, and we do our best to clean ourselves up.I kind of want to clean him up – just so I can touch his body again – but I’m too abashed. So I just concentrate on myself.I straighten my skirt, pull on my underwear, and smooth my blouse and hair. He buttons his shirt, tucks it into his pants, but leaves his tie undone, like he’s relaxing at home after a particularly stressful day at work.Embarrassed, I retreat across the room and cross my arms defensively across my chest.“Okay… so that just happened,” I say to myself under my breath.Apparently not quietly enough, because he lights up with a massive smile. “Yes it did.”I cannot BELIEVE I just fucked this guy (although to be fair HOLY SHIT that was mindblowing) in my office. On a Monday morning. Thirty feet away from my coworkers.With a Post-It note on my door telling them I’m in a ‘meet
You have got to be kidding me,” I fume.My boss, Dan, is sitting across his desk from me and Grant Carlson. Grant still has his tie undone around his neck, which bugs the hell out of me, because it feels like a neon sign screaming, We just had sex! We just had sex in Eve’s office, and I fucked the bejeezus out of her!I hope that’s not the case.I mean, it is the case that he fucked the bejeezus out of me.But I hope nobody else knows.Please God…“He’s hired you as a personal consultant,” Dan says. Dan’s a nice guy. Wife and three kids, with pictures of them on his desk. Not a good coder, but a pretty good manager. At least, he stays out of my way.And if he knows I just had sex with Grant Carlson, he’s not letting on about it.“Nobody’s ever hired me as a personal consultant before!”“There’s a first time for everything,” Grant chimes in.I glare at him. YOU shut UP.He just grins at me in response.“What the hell does a personal consultant do, anyway?” I ask.“Well – ” Grant start