Business Before Pleasure: Part Two
The stiletto heels of my red boots click against the marble floor as I make my way to the elevator. The security guard looks up but doesn’t question my presence in the Chase Towers office building at eleven o’clock on a Friday night. Still, butterflies form in the pit of my stomach. How Aiden was able to arrange this in such a short amount of time, I didn’t know. But, a lost bet was a lost bet. I grasp the belt of my black trench coat, praying that it doesn’t suddenly fly open as I pass.
When I round the corner, I see him leaning casually against the wall near a bank of elevators, reading a newspaper. Not a strand of Aiden’s curly black hair is out of place. The intense look in his blue eyes always causes my breath to catch in my throat. The fabric of his black suit molds around his muscles like a pair of hands. I almost cum just looking at him. He glances up at me, checks his watch, then, turns his gaze to the newspaper.
I stand near him while we wait for the elevator car to arrive. He’s been in Atlanta on business and it’s been three weeks since I’ve seen him. I missed him. My body missed him. My limbs tremble in anticipation as the car arrives. I enter first. He goes to the back and leans against the back railing. His eyes still don’t leave the newspaper. As the door shut, I notice that they are mirrored, just as he said.
The instrumental musak version of a Maroon 5 song rains down from the speakers as I push the button for the 30th floor. There are fifty nine floors in this building but the elevator stops on 30, then we’ll have to transfer up another back of elevators that will take us the rest of the way.
I glance at Aiden in the mirror. He pretends that he’s not watching me as I untie the belt of my coat and let if fall open. Underneath, I’m nude per his request. Cupping my breasts, I squeeze the full globes. My nipples instantly pucker around the edges, then, stiffen into dark peaks. I push them together and glance in the mirror. His doesn’t look up. I release them. My hands flow down my flat abs. I curl the palm of my hand around the mound between my thighs. I squeeze and kneed the sensitive, bald area, feeling my moisture pool against the opening of my pussy.
Moaning, I insert my index finger between the folds of skin and stroke my taut clit. A blast of air from the vent showers over me. I shiver as I search the corners for cameras. Seeing none, I slowly lower my coat from my shoulders. My long, black hair tickles my exposed shoulders.
I spread my legs and bend slightly at my waist. I move my fingers back along my canal, tease my opening with my fingers before pulling them out and licking off my essence. Aiden clears his throat. I knew I had him. I glance up at the panel. We’re clearing the twelfth floor. Turning, I let my coat drop to the floor and sink to my knees in front of him.
His erection strains against the crotch of his suit. As I unfasten the button, I kiss his hard cock through the expensive material before I pull down the zipper with my teeth. His scent rises from the opening. It’s earthy, masculine with just a hint of sweetness. I push his pants down to the top of his hip and pull him free with my mouth.
When my lips flow over his cock, I hear his breath hitch. I draw his dick in until the tip presses against the back of my throat. I clap my lips around the base, tracing the path back up to his tip with my tongue. He groans. His fingers dig into the crown of my head. I pull it out. I’ve already memorized the pattern of veins that rise to the surface his taut, beige skin but study them again. I curl my tongue around the blush pink tip before plunging him deep into my mouth.
“Cydnee…” he breathes.
I tear my mouth away from his hot length. I roughly lick the tip of his rigid cock with the flat part of my tongue. We should be nearing the twentieth floor but I can’t take my mouth away from him yet. Moaning, I again draw his cock deep into my mouth. The salty drops of his pre-cum drip onto my tongue. I swallow them and I curve my tongue around his width, cradling him in the moist, warmth.
The pages of the newspaper flutter around me. Now, I remove my mouth and stand. I hold his dick in my hand, stroke it, as our lips meet. My own essence drips on to the top of my thighs. I need him in me. Now. Reading my thoughts, he spins me around so that my back is to him. He pulls my head back by a fist full of my hair and pinches my nipple between his fingers. Gasping, I press my thighs together, trying to hold back the dam that’s about to burst.
“Do you want me to fuck you,” he whispers in to my ear as he twists my nipple.
He gently rakes his fingernail across it. I have to bite my lip to stop myself from calling out. He runs his nails back and forth over it. Oh. Shit. Just that is about to make me cum.
The door chimes, announcing our arrival on the thirtieth floor but he doesn’t release me. Instead, he grabs my breast and gives it a rough squeeze. I can’t breathe. If I do, I’m going to fucking explode. The doors still haven’t shut. He takes his time, running his palm over the supple, honey hued skin, tracing my dark nipple with his fingernail.
The heat of his body doesn’t help me calm down. I can feel his cock press into the cheek of my ass. I try to inch toward it, but Aiden holds me in place. I need something to hold on to, something to ground my from his lazy touch that is driving me crazy. I can’t find anything expect the metal bar behind him. I curl my fingers around the cold rod.
“Did you miss me?”
“Are you gonna cum?”
“I want you to cum, Cydnee.”
“Not now. Not until I drive my dick deep into your pussy. Understand?”
“Can I check?”
Fuck… I can’t even answer him. I just spread my legs. He slowly runs his hands down my torso and inserts his index finger into my pussy. He slowly swirls his finger around inside. I have to fight with each muscle in my pussy not to cum, but I am losing the battle. Air from the open doors washes over me.
“My god,” he exclaims. “You are so wet. Feel it”
“Do it, Cydnee. Feel your wet pussy.”
He continues to swirl his finger around in me. My knees begin to buckle. Still, I reach between my legs, finger my canal. He grips my finger, pushes it deep inside of me. He strokes my finger, then removes my hand and brings my finger to his lips. He suckles my essence from it as he plunges his middle finger deep inside my core up to his knuckle. He firmly holds it in place. I gasp. The walls of my pussy contract as my eyes slide closed from the pleasure.
“But,” I plead, trying to undulate against his finger.
He pulls it out as he lets go of my hair. I pant as he reaches between us. I feel him put his shaft back into his pants and zip up. I shiver, trying to back into his glorious hardness. Gripping my waist, he pushes me a few paces in front of him.
“Walk,” he commands.
I begin to pick up my coat, but he stops me by firmly smacking my ass. Cautiously, I step into the hallway. Thankfully, it’s empty. I turn to see him pick up my coat and newspaper. He drapes my coat over his arm and tosses the paper in the trash. The doors remain open as he steps off. He circles me as I stand naked in the hallway. His eyes drink in every curve of my nude body as if it’s his first time seeing it.
His blue eyes fill with fire. Suddenly, he drops my coat onto the floor and backs me into the hallway behind me. My breath catches in my throat as he unzips his fly and pulls out his still stiff rod and covers it with a condom. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He takes my hand and spins me around to face a low, padded bench. With his hand on the back of my neck, he persuades me to bend over and rams his shaft into my pussy.
“Oh,” is all I can manage to squeak out.
Lifting me into the air by my thighs, he spreads my legs wide. I grip the edge of the bench for support as my feet don’t touch the ground, thankful for all those yoga classes that I took. I’m almost in a handstand. He dives deep. I’m going to cum so hard that my whole body trembles. He groans. His rigid cock fills every inch of my pussy.
Before I can cum, he stops thrusting but leaves his dick deep inside me. I whine, try to wiggle against his length but lose my balance. He tightens his grip on my hips so that I don’t fall. I hold on to his calves. I’m now dangling upside down from his cock.
“Why did you stop,” I stammer.
Then, I hear it. The squeaky wheel of a cart. We quickly separate. I rush for my coat as Aiden struggles to stuff himself back into his pants. Two women pushing a cleaning cart walk in our direction. They look from me to him but don’t comment, except in Spanish, which I’m fluent in. Aiden presses the call button for the elevators going to the floors above. The women giggle, saying how handsome he is and that he must be an executive. That I’m a lucky woman. He chuckles as they get on the down elevator. I raise my eyebrow at him as the women disappear and our car arrives.
“You speak Spanish?” I ask.
We step on the elevator. As soon as the doors close, I take off my coat and drop it to the floor. My body still tingles with the need to release. My nipples stand to his attention as heturn his gaze to them. With a groan, he brushes them with his fingertips and begins to strip off his suit, tie and shirt.
“And French and Italian.”
“Wow,” I say in awe. I learn something new about him every day. “Say something naughty in French.”
“Je vais vous baiser jusqu'à ce que vous ne puissiez pas marcher,” he says.
He backs me into the corner as he pulls out his cock. He’s still hard. I bite my lip to keep from panting at the site of him. My body quivers in anticipation of him ramming it inside of me.
“What does that mean?”
“I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk.”
I turn around, grip the handle bar and bend over.
Aiden didn’t lie. Not only did he fuck me on the elevator on the way up, but also on the way down. Then, in the parking garage. He kept me ready by stroking my clit as he drove me home. Then, he carried me upstairs to bed and made love to me most of the night until we finally collapsed from exhaustion. And yes, I did have trouble walking this morning. My coochie is still sore as I sit in the coffee café, scribbling into my journal.
Of course, the Grande Orange café was packed this Sunday afternoon, but I was able to snag the last outdoor table. I sip my latte as I wait for my best friend and business partner Stace to arrive. I shift in the metal seat, trying to find a comfortable position. I unzip my black hoodie and use it as a seat cushion. It’s a beautiful day. The birds are chirping, the sun is bright and warm. I am lost in thought, daydreaming about Aiden, and don’t hear him approach.
I look up. My eyes fill with surprise. Standing next to my table is Larry, my ex-fiance. I stand as he hugs me. He’s taller than I remember, and more muscular. The sun reflects off his shaggy blond hair and into his soft green eyes. He wears a Cardinal football jersey and jeans. I smile. I’m too in shock to say anything. I had heard through mutual friends that he had moved to San Diego.
“How are you,” he asks as I step from his embrace.
He gestures toward the pretty brunette behind him. “This is Amy.”
I shake her hand. I wonder what Larry has told her, if anything, about me and our relationship. I’m not worried, just curious. Thankfully, Stace arrives a few seconds later, carrying her new Peek-a-poo puppy, Annibel. The introductions start again. Stace looks at me with surprise in her eyes. I shrug. I haven’t spoken to Larry since I left him six months ago. He has emailed me, tried to call me a few times a week, but I refused to return his messages.
“I thought you were in San Diego,” I ask him as Amy coos over the puppy.
“I was. I am. I’m just tying up loose ends here.”
I nod. “How is the plastic surgery business?”
“The practice is good.”
Larry is a successful and reputable plastic surgeon. He had many celebrity clients but also did charity work oversees for the Doctors Without Borders program. There is nothing wrong with Larry. He is smart, sexy, and perfect…for someone else. I tried to make it work. I really did, but he just wasn’t the one. It was more than not being able to cum with him, though that was a big part of my decision.
“You look scrumptious.”
I look down at my purple tank, my designer sweat pants and flip flops. “Thanks.”
He leans close to me. His scent is windblown, as if he’s spent hours outdoors, and he probably has. The irony is that this café is where we first met and it was his scent that drew me to him. That and the fact the he is gorgeous.
“Actually,” he whispers to me. “Can I talk to you? Alone?”
I nod. I follow him through the crowded café and out the front door. He opens the passenger door to his Land Rover. I sink into the leather seat as he walks around to the driver’s seat and gets in.
“You sure Amy’s ok with this,” I joke, though I didn’t care.
“We’re just friends.”
I raise my eyebrow. Amy stands in front of the car, peering at us through the windshield. Her arms are crossed over her chest. Her breasts are obviously his handy work.
“Does she know that?”
He looks at her, curses, then excuses himself. He leaves the SUV to talk to her. She walks back into the café in a huff. With a sigh, he climbs back in the cab and closes the door.
“I’m sorry about that,” he says.
“You really do look beautiful, but you always do.”
I smile. “How are you, Larry?”
“Miserable.” He turns to me and takes my hand. “I’ve missed you.”
I look down at his tanned skin. His touch is nice, tender. His fingers intertwine with mine. Surprisingly, I don’t pull my hand away.
“Don’t say that it’s too late.”
“But it is,” I sigh.
He shakes his head. I hate this part. I hate breaking his heart again but I have to be honest with him. We were only four months from walking down the aisle when I called it off. I explained to him why. He tried to convince me that I was making a mistake, but I knew that it wasn’t. My body knew long before I did.
“I can’t believe you broke up with me just because you can’t cum.”
I remove my hand from his. “It was more than that.”
“But that was the main reason, wasn’t it?”
“It was one of the factors in my decision.”
He runs his hands through his blond hair. I knew coming out here would be a mistake. After I broke up with him, I told him the truth. That I wasn’t in love with him, but this is the one thing that he keeps focusing on. He did the same thing when we were together. He’d focus on some minute detail instead of seeing the big picture and I’d end up spending my time trying to smooth it over so that I don’t scorch his ego.
“It’s not you,” I say. “It’s me.”
He turns in his seat to face me. “Can you cum now?”
I nod. I’ve also learned that it wasn’t just Larry that I never had orgasms with. I didn’t have them with many of my lovers. Aiden is the only man that’s consistently brought me to an orgasm every time. I blush thinking about what he did to me in the parking garage next to the car and quickly turn to look out the window.
“Who is this guy,” he asks. “Why can he make you cum and I can’t?”
I sigh again. Larry’s really starting to piss me off.
“Why are you so focused on this? Is it about your ego?”
“No…yes. I just feel bad that I never satisfied you.”
My mood softens. “Larry…”
“And I don’t want to leave you with that impression of me.”
My shoulders slumps. “I don’t think bad of you. We had some great times together. When we went to Istanbul. The time you ran the marathon…”
“But nothing in the bedroom.”
I bite my lip to stop myself from agreeing. Our sex life was vanilla. Missionary. A little foreplay. Nothing grand. There was never any sense of danger like there is with Aiden. Amy appears from the café. She points at her watch. I take this as my cue to leave.
“I’d better go,” I say.
“No, Cyd. I need closure. I need a way to move past this.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“Give me another shot.”
My mouth falls open. “What?!”
“I bet I can make you cum now. Let me make love to you.”
“Because I don’t think it’s appropriate. I’m not going to sleep with you just to help you make yourself feel better.”
He pauses. I hope my words sink in, but I know they haven’t.
“Just one night.”
“Damn it, Larry. No!”
I know his ego is bruised, right now and he’s not thinking straight but there’s no way that I’m going to fuck him. I open the door. He places his hand on my forearm to stop me.
He pulls a pad of paper from his console and scribbles something on it before handing it to me. I look down at his phone number.
“Think about it,” he pleads.
I stuff the paper into the pocket of my jeans and close the door. I blindly make my way to the table. Before Stace can ask, I tell her everything that happened in the car. Without a word, she hands me Annibel and goes inside. She returns with a fresh latte for me, cappuccino for her and a slice of marble cheesecake for us to share.
“I think you should do it.”
“Are you out of your mind,” I exclaim, drawing stares for people at the next table. I lower my voice. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to fuck Larry.”
“Because it doesn’t feel right.”
“Let him try. Give him an hour.”
“You’re joking, right?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t see why not.”
“Aiden,” I remind her.
“It’s not like you love him.”
“I know but I still don’t want to complicate things.”
“Because you love Aiden.”
I pause. I didn’t have an answer for that. I like Aiden. When we’re together…oh, man! I must admit that a part of me wonders what it will be like to be with Larry now. I never thought about it until I was sitting next to him in the car.
She licks her fork. “What are you and Aiden, anyway? Are ya’ll ‘together’?”
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“This way, you’ll find out how you feel about Aiden and see if it’s just a fluke that he’s the only one that can make you cum.”
“Maybe, but it still doesn’t feel right.”
I had to admit that she had a point but I couldn’t think to do something like that behind Aiden’s back. I tell her this.
“So ask him,” she says with a shrug. “You’ve got nothing to lose.”
I finish off the cheesecake. I guess it couldn’t hurt to talk to Aiden about it. He’ll say no and that will be the end of it.
“Can you believe the nerve of him,” I say with a shake of my head.
Aiden and I sit in the Pink Taco restaurant for lunch on Tuesday. I laugh as I finish telling him about my run-in with Larry. He’s silent as I cap my presentation by sipping my iced tea. I’m not sure what kind of reaction I was hoping for. He doesn’t look up from his tamales.
“How long were you with him?”
“And you hadn’t experienced pleasure in all that time?”
“No. I didn’t.”
He deliberately sets down his fork before taking my hand. He leans forward. I met him halfway. He kisses me. It’s a short kiss, but it still makes my knees week. When he pulls away, I almost forget that we are surrounded by patrons. He releases my hand to pick up his fork.
“I think you should do it.”
I choke on my iced tea. “What?”
“Do it. Then you’ll know for sure.”
I knock over my glass of water as I set the tea glass back down. The waiter appears to mop it up with a towel. He offers to move us but I decline. It’s only water. When he leaves, I look at Aiden. I’m not mad at his suggestion, just surprised. I wait as the waiter sets a fresh glass on the table.
He nods. “But only if I can watch.”
I swallow hard. Leaning forward, I drop my voice so the others that surround us don’t hear me.
“You want to watch my ex fuck me?”
“Perhaps I can give him some pointers. Plus, you talked about that being a fantasy of yours.”
I bite my lip. While it’s true that I did mention it was a fantasy of mine to be with two men at once, I never thought that it would actually occur or that I’d find someone who would agree to it. Both Aiden and Larry are hunks. What woman wouldn’t want to be alone in a room with both of them?
Aiden glances at his watch. “I have a meeting in less than an hour. After that, I’m all yours.”
I smile. “That sounds like a plan.”
“Come back with me to the office?”
I had worked overtime on Saturday and had planned to take the rest of the afternoon off. He slowly eats his salad. I had finished my vegetarian platter minutes ago. I listen to our neighbors chatter as he reaches into his pocket for his smart phone. I watch him tabs out a text and put it back into his pocket. Seconds later, my phone rings. I look down at the text he has sent me and blush.
Take off your panties, it reads.
I stand to go to the ladies room but he shakes his head. I sit back down. He talks about the weather as I look around. I pull up the skirt of my wrap dress. I hook my thumbs in the elastic and begin to pull them down but stop.
“Can I get you anything else?” The waiter asks as he suddenly appears.
We both decline but Aiden asks for the check. As soon as he leaves, I quickly lift my hips and slide the black thong panties down my thighs and over each foot. I ball them up in my hand and give them to Aiden. He puts them in the pocket of his jacket. His eyes are intense as he chews his tomato painfully slow before sipping his water.
“I have a surprise for you,” he says.
“When we get to the office, I’ll give it you.”
Those simple words make my clit throb. Aiden, I’ve discovered, is capable of anything. I do mean anything. He places his hand on the small of my back as he guides me out of the restaurant to his car. He holds my door open. His door is barely shut before he pulls me to him and crushes my mouth with his. Damn.
“Ready,” He asks as he starts the car.
I can only nod. Less than fifteen minutes later, we arrive at his office. I smile and hug Kathy and Allison when we arrive. Both were temporary workers for my staffing company, Hire up!, that Aiden had hired permanently. Kathy is his administrative assistant while Allison is the receptionist. The open area has also expanded to include small conference tables and he’s hired two more consultants. Aiden confessed that he may need to move to a bigger location by the end of the year.
As soon as his office door is closed, he locks it and motions for me to take a seat in his soft, leather executive chair. From his briefcase, he pulls out a pink gift bag. He sets it in front of me, then, kisses me.
When I reach for it, he moves it from my grasp. He stands behind me, pulling my dark hair loose from its low ponytail. Taking my hands, he pulls me to my feet and unties the side of my pink wrap dress. I shiver as it flutters to the ground. He turns me around to face him. The intensity in his blue eyes causes my breath to catch in my throat.
He pulls the black strap of my bra away from my shoulder and casually runs his finger under it. I sigh as his fingers skim the top of my right breast. He brushes his lips against mine as he removes a pair of scissors from his drawer. Without warning, he cuts the center of my bra between the underwire cups. It falls open to expose my breasts. He then cuts each strap so that it falls in ribbons onto his desk.
I arch my back as he captures one of my nipples in his mouth. He taunts the firm orb with his tongue. I have to cross my legs to stop myself from cumming. He lifts his head and sets the bag on my lap.
I strip away the top layer of white tissue paper. Inside are two plastic purple hearts and a plastic butterfly shaped vibrator with a wireless remote control. I knew what the vibrator was used for, but the hearts confuse me. He takes the items and sets them on the desk. He moves around the room, closing the blinds until the room is dim. He clicks on the overhead light.
“I never properly thanked you for helping me with my sister-in-laws gift.”
I blush. “I think that you have.”
“Remember all the things I did to you?”
My clit pulsates as I nod. As he saunters back to me, he unknots his burgundy tie and removes it from the collar of his chambray shirt. My heart races. Beneath his navy suit and prep school demeanor is a body that can cut glass. He also has the skills to back it all up.
“That nothing compared to what I’m going to go to you right now.”
My eyes widen. “What about your meeting?”
“There’s time. Hands.”
I hold them in front of me. He wraps his tie around them, binding them together. He leads me to a coat hook on the left side of the office door. Lifting my hands, he hangs me on the hook. My balls of my feet still touch the ground. He pauses to lick a path from my clit, over my abs, between my breasts and up the side of my neck. He caps it with a quick kiss on my lips. I sigh. He returns to his desk to get the hearts. I frown.
“What are those?”
He clamps one on each of my nipples and turns them on. Soon a tingling sensation enters each of my nipples as the devices vibrate, stretching and pulling my nipples into sensitive peaks.
“Shh,” he says placing his index finger over my lips.
As he goes back to the desk to get the vibrator, the intercom buzzes.
“Mr. Stanton,” Allison announces in a bubbly voice. “You’re 1:30 is here.”
“Please show Mr. Ngata to the conference room. I will be there shortly.”
Slowly, he walks toward me and kneels in front of me. He kisses the smooth skin between my thighs. I arch my hips into his lip. He roughly licks the sensitive sinew, the tip plunging between the folds over skin over my clit. My head rolls back from the pleasure.
“Open for me, Cydnee.”
I part my thighs. He inserts the shaft of the vibrator inside me and firmly straps it in place. Standing, he moves to his desk and picks up the remote control.
“Let’s see if it works,” he says.
He presses a button. The shaft moves in a circular motion. I arch my back. He presses another. The shaft vibrates against my walls. I pant. He presses another. The shaft moves up and down. Its width scrapes the sides of my pussy. I have to fight not to move against it. The fourth setting does a combination of all three. I moan. Yeah, that’s the one. He turns it off.
I lean against the cool wall behind me. I inhale. The office holds his masculine, earthy scent. He pulls another tie from his briefcase and quickly puts it on. He gathers some files and walks towards me as he shoves the remote into his pants pocket along with a set of keys.
“I’ll lock the door,” he says. “But, you’ll have to be very quiet.”
“How long will your meeting be?”
He kisses me. “Twenty minutes, tops.”
That’ll be a long twenty minutes. He kisses me before he leaves. I hear the lock on the door click. Next, the shaft pulsates in my pussy. Damn him. I’m so gonna have to find a way to get back at him. The sensation in my pussy stops but the pull on my nipples continues. My breath catches in my throat. The gentle suction and vibration of my nipples is enough to make me cum.
I moan louder than I expected to. I press my lips together. Yes, I am going to get back at him if it kills me. I’m sure I could unhook my hands. I try and fail. The hook is higher than it looks. I can’t get enough leverage to slip the ties over it.
Suddenly, my pussy gets a short blast of the fourth setting. I cry out before I catch myself. It’s followed by the vibration cycles, then another blast of all three sensations. I knees weaken. As quickly as the sensation started, it stops. There is a sharp knock at the door.
“Cydnee? Are you still in there?”
“Yes, Kath.” I yell. My voice quivering like my limbs and my clit. “Just waiting for Aiden.”
“Is everything ok?”
The fourth cycle. He lets it run longer this time. The shaft pulses, vibrates and circles the walls of my pussy. My walls shimmer, contract. I cum so hard that I see stars.
“Fine,” I pant.
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This article is part 2 of a 2 part series. Other articles in this series are shown below:
Business Before Pleasure: Part Two