My boss’ house is amazing. I really love coming here. It is a huge white colonial mansion. A half mile drive way, pillars at the entrance, a swimming pool and of course a tennis court. The garden area is at least a few acres. With a pond and gazebo, you know, the works. I’d die to live in a house like this. Sadly, PA’s don’t make that much money. We just help others make it. I’m standing on my favourite balcony watching the people below. I’ve done the biggest part of my job already, this is my reward. I enjoy watching people. I’m wearing sunglasses so they don’t even know I’m doing it. Like the couple who keep making eyes at each other behind their partner’s backs. They are slowly edging closer to each other. I smother a smile. My eye keeps getting caught by a guy swimming. He’s done about fifteen laps now. His dark hair keeps covering his eyes but he doesn’t seem to care. He also has great back muscles. Which is about all I can see of him. My phone rings and I turn my back on the distraction.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Theresa? I need you to tell me the name of Jermeys wife,” my boss says. Annoyingly he always calls me by my full name.
“Martha,” I answer. God, I could club him one. He’s known these people since I started working for him six years ago. But seeing as he’s old himself, I’ll cut him a break.
“Thank you, Theresa. That’s all I needed,” he says and hangs up.
I turn back around. The guy I was watching earlier is now doing the back stroke. Now I can see it’s not just his back muscles that are impressive. He makes me think of Dean. He has the same hair colour, the same kind of build. But seeing as he’s been on my mind constantly it’s no surprise.
It’s been nine days since our encounter in the office. With a little help from Wendy, who works on the floor below me I’ve managed to avoid him. She’s given me the heads up when he’s about to deliver the mail and I’ve hid in the toilet. I know, hiding from a guy at the age of 27 is such an immature thing to do. But he has this effect on me that I can’t explain. Our last encounter left me a little ashamed of the way I acted. I was quite bossy. I begged, pleaded and demanded. Which is not like me at all. There’s just something about him that drove me wild.
Anyway, enough of thinking about him. Getting turned on at my boss’ party is not what I need.
Someone from below calls my name and asks how I am. I answer that I’m great. I give an award winning smile, sucking up is my job after all and resume my people watching. I spot the couple I was watching earlier. They have come together at the drinks bar. Flirting like mad I bet. I wish I could hear what was going on. I turn back to the swimming pool but the guy is gone. Shame really. I was enjoying watching him. I’m leaning against the railing when I feel someone walk up behind me.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” a voice whispers in my ear. Startled I spin around knocking the glass he’s carrying out his hand. The drink spills all over him.
“Damn! I’m sorry,” I sputter. I start wiping at him, then realise who he is. I pull my hand back.
“Dean? What are you doing here?” I ask stunned.
“Well I was bringing you a drink,” he says wiping the drink from his torso.
I look him over. Damn he looks good. My belly turns over. He is standing there in a pair of shorts, bare chested with his hair wet and disheveled. I realise it was him I was watching swimming. I can’t quite believe it. No wonder I was enjoying it so much.
“So… Why have you been avoiding me?” he asks again.
“I’m sorry, I’ve just been really busy.”
The look on his face tells me he doesn’t believe me.
“Okay, fine,” I spit out. “I was avoiding you. I was embarrassed by how I acted. It was completely out of character for me. I’ve never slept with someone I’ve just met before. Let alone been so bossy about it.” I take a deep breath.
“I thought that avoiding you would be best, seeing as I can’t seem to control myself when you’re around!” My face flushes at the thought of it.
He takes a step closer to me. God he smells amazing.
He smiles his movie star smile. “I see. And there I thought it was because you didn’t think I was up to much.”
He backs me up against the railing, placing his hands either side of me.
“Oh please,” I say. “You didn’t think that at all.” Despite my embarrassment, I smile.
“Just promise you won’t do it anymore, Tess.” He runs his fingers down one of my arms. Goosebumps explode everywhere.
“You know my name?” I ask. I don’t recall telling him.
“When you started avoiding me, I asked about you. You know, to see if you broke hearts often.”
“Ha! Break hearts. Please…” I can barely breath with him being so close. My hands start shaking. He lifts his hand and pushes up my sunglasses till they are on the top of my head.
“What did you find out?” I croak out. I am a bit curious.
“I found that you go to work, are great at your job then you leave work. That’s about it. Not many people seem to know anything about you.”
“That’s the way I like it,” I say. My boss is always telling me to involve myself more with the people in the office, but honestly I don’t want to.
“I don’t have alot of free time,” I add.
“And the free time you do get, you enjoy sleeping with strangers,” he winks.
The deadpan look I give him has him laughing. He steps back.
“Always so serious Sexy. Look, can I get you another drink or something?”
“No. Sorry. I’m working.” Although, to be honest I’d love a drink. Something that has the word double in it would be good.
“Shame. Do you have a time frame for working?” He air quotes the word “working”, like I’m lying.
I check my phone for the time. Half four. “Yeah,” I say. “About an hour and a half.”
“Okay, I’ll meet you out front at six o’clock. We’ll go for a drink. No excuses!” he steps forward again.
“What, in this dress? Don’t you think I’m a little over dressed?”
“No.” He runs his fingers from my cheek to my collar bone down to the spot between my breasts making my legs tremble. I grab hold of the railing behind me.
“In fact, I think you look stunning. I’m hoping you’re not wearing panties under that dress,” he whispers in my ear. A moan shudders from my mouth before I can stop it.
At my reaction he just laughs. He turns and walks away. Leaving me standing there trembling, holding myself up with the railing and staring after him.
………
An hour later, and after a few drinks that I shouldn’t have had, I’m back in the main house saying goodbye to important clients. I’m considering just running away, not waiting for six o’clock. I’m worried at what might happen if I stay. I could call a taxi now and be gone before Dean even knows. I haven’t seen him since the balcony, for all I know he could be standing me up. If only the bloody clients would leave faster. They’ve been here for hours now. What else is there to talk about? But here they stand, on the front steps, chatting to my boss. I wonder if I could back away. Maybe they wouldn’t notice. I take a few steps back when Martha comes up and hugs me.
“Thanks for the wonderful present, honey” she says. The earrings look good on her. Part of my job is to keep investors’ wives happy.
“No problem, Martha,” I reply, then ask, “I’ll see you a week on Thursday at the spa?”
“You will Tess.” She kisses me on the cheek then they are gone.
Thank god! I can leave now. I head down the stairs pulling my phone out as I do. I’m about to dial the taxi number when I see Dean leaning against a motorbike. He’s changed into a black t-shirt, jeans and boots. He looks dangerously good.
“I knew you’d run,” he drawls. He’s looking very smug.
“I wasn’t.” I lie. My blush betrays me.
“Sure you weren’t. “
“Okay, okay.” I give in. Damn him! What is wrong with me!?
“It’ll be great.” He winks. “Come on, hop on,” he says, sweeping his hand towards the bike.
“You’re having a laugh, right? I’m not getting on that! I can barely walk in this dress, let alone get on that.”
He hands me a set of folded clothes.
“Somehow, I knew you’d say that,” he laughs.
I don’t even ask where the clothes came from. I go inside and change. I come back out five minutes later wearing a long white t-shirt and short cut-off denim shorts and my six inch knee high suede boots.
“Damn Tess, you look good in anything,” he says.
“I look ridiculous. Seriously, you couldn’t get me any shoes?”
He smiles. “I don’t know, I like it.”
“Of course you do,” I sigh. “Are we seriously getting on that?” I look at the bike. I’ve never trusted things with two wheels. Four is so much more stable.
“Come on, live a little.” He is challenging me now. We spend one hot day together and he thinks he knows me.
I hold out my hand for the helmet. He smiles at me and hands it over. Throwing his leg over the bike he holds out his hand for me, I let him help me on the back and put my arms round his waist. This close contact isn’t good for me. I try to think of something else as he starts the bike and we pull away. We ride for about twenty minutes along country lanes and towards the coast. I can smell the salt air as we get closer. He turns the bike into a secluded track and follows it till it ends. It’s a beautiful spot, a cliff top covered in trees with a great view of the sea. I get off the bike and walk to the wooden fence at the edge of the cliff. The sun is glinting off the water and the leaves are rustling in the trees making it so peaceful here. I inhale deeply. I’m glad to have the space between us. I turn around and ask, “Drinks? I don’t see a bar.”
“We could go get drinks if you like, or we could stay here a while.”
I think about it for a second or two, getting back on the bike isn’t an option right now.
“Here is fine… It’s a great view.”
“Yeah it really is,” he says looking at me. He smiles and gets off the bike. As he starts to walk towards me I raise my hand signalling for him to stop. The bike ride was enough for me. The vibrations, holding him — it’s enough to make my head swim. He doesn’t stop and in a few strides is right in front of me. I take a step to the side. He mirrors it. He takes a step closer and I raise my hand to his chest to stop him. He takes my hand and bends it behind my back. Taking the other hand, he does the same. Holding them there with one hand.
“Now what will you do?” He raises an eyebrow. With the way I’m starting to feel, jumping off the cliff seems the best option. I don’t say this I just stare at him defiantly.
“Well? A control freak like you must hate being held down,” he is saying it so softly I hardly hear him over the breeze.
“I’m not a control freak.” As I’m saying this, he starts moving his other hand up and under my t-shirt.
“Yes you are! Every time we have been together I may have started it, but you controlled it.” His hand is causing goosebumps to prickle on my skin.
“I like it though, but this time I think we could do it differently, don’t you agree?”
“I…. I….” God, I can’t concentrate as his hand finds my breast. His hand begins to knead as he leans down and kisses my neck. I start to tingle. I’m already wet and if he wasn’t holding me back I’d already have shoved him to the ground and fucked him stupid. His hand moves round my side and up my back. He draws his nails down it and I struggle to be set free. My whole body is shaking now and I know he’s enjoying this because I can feel him smiling against my neck.
“Dean, please…. ” I beg. He smothers my pleas with a deep kiss. I’d give anything to touch him but as I attempt to pull my hands free he only tightens his grip. His other hand has found it’s way into the waist band of my shorts. I feel him release the button and pull down the zip. He works them down my hips till they are laying on the ground. He looks down then back up at me.
“Guess you were wearing panties after all.” His breathing is deep and his words are heavy.
“Now I’m going to make you come and you’re going to stand there and let me. Got it?”
“No… You have to… Let my hands go… ohh, god!” I cry as he pushes aside my panties and thrusts a finger into me. He pulls it back out and rubs my clit. Then just as quickly he thrusts two back in. I moan my pleasure. I’m seriously wet now, and my legs are shaking so bad, I can barely stand. He pushes his fingers in and out, slowly but firmly. I open my legs slightly to allow better access. He uses his thumb to push down on my clit which is really swollen. This spurns me on and I try hard to make him release my hands.
I can’t take much more. I already feel my orgasm building. My knees start to buckle. He pulls his fingers out, chuckling at my protest and pulls my pants off in one pull. They don’t go down; they just tear right off. He uses his hand to grip my wrists, so now he’s holding them with two hands. He then bends on one knee and nudges open my legs more with his shoulder. He lets go with one hand and runs it over my side and round to my bum. He then tilts his head up and licks my pussy from the bottom right up to the clit. He circles his tongue round it and gives it a little nibble. This has me going crazy. I fucking love that! I struggle to get free and almost do when his other hand clamps my wrist.
“I’m not letting go, Tess,” he says. He leans back to look up at me.
“Please, I have to….” I don’t get to finish because his tongue is now working in and out of my pussy probing it. “Oh my god!” I purr.
He lets go with one of his hands and uses it to open my lips so he can get a grip on my clit with his teeth. He sticks his fingers back in me and starts pumping. He sucks and pumps till I can’t take anymore and I climax. Hard. The noise that escapes my mouth is a cross between a moan and a growl. He stands up and kisses me. I can taste myself on his tongue. He still has his fingers working but slows as my orgasm dwindles. Finally he releases my hands.
“Now see, wasn’t that… Wait, no… “
As soon as he releases me, I shove him round so now he’s against the fence. I grab at the buttons on his jeans opening them easily. I have his jeans and boxers down before he can even finish speaking. I grab his cock and suck it into my throat so deep that I think I might suffocate. I don’t care though. He’s right, I am a control freak and I’ve been denied. Now I’m going to take it.
“Oh my god, Tess!” he moans. I suck a little harder pulling it in deeper. His breath catches in his throat. I release it and work my mouth backwards scraping lightly with my teeth. I move my hand up to clasp his bum as I suck it back in again. I push his bum forward to get it deeper in my throat. I seriously want to swallow the thing. His moans are getting deeper. I pull back, I suck it in. Each time trying to get more of it. There isn’t any more to get, though. My nose is touching the area just above it. I run my hand up his chest, scraping with my nails. I know it will mark him but again, I don’t care. I feel his dick begin to quiver signalling his near orgasm. I use my other hand and cup his balls. I give a light squeeze. His breathing is rapid now and he has entwined his fingers in my hair.
“Fuck yes!” he says as he pulls my head forward and begins to thrust. I suck greadily, wanting it all. I move my other hand round to his bum and push him against me. With one final deep thrust he comes.
“Oh, my fucking god!” he moans. I swallow it all, if I could swallow the whole dick I would have done that too. His legs shake and his knees buckle causing his dick to come out my mouth. I quickly take it back but he stops me and pulls me up.
“Fuck me Tess, it wasn’t like that last time,” he croaks.
“Fucking you is exactly what I’m going to do,” I say as I step up and rub my body against him.
“Woah… hold on.” He takes me by the shoulders. “I need a minute.”
I look at him, confused.
“Look, seriously. That’s the second time you’ve made me come harder than I’ve done before.” He sucks in a breath before continuing, “I thought you were a fox the last time but now I know… you’re a fucking tiger!”
“Don’t get attached, Dean. You’re not keeping me.”
“We will see… I need a drink.” He pulls up his jeans, much to my annoyance and walks over to the bike. On the back is a bag where he pulls a bottle of water from. He straddles the bike and drinks deeply. I bend down and pick the shorts up.
“Why is it you pretend not to like me?” he asks suddenly. “I know you do, your words may fool me but your body doesn’t.”
“Maybe it’s my body that’s lying.” I pull the shorts back on but leave them unbuttoned.
“No it’s not. I know you want me. Just admit it.”
“I want you to fuck me, that’s what I want. It’s why you brought me here so why are we chatting like old school friends?”
“Jesus, Tess. You’re cold… “
“Actually,” I say teasingly. “I’m really hot and wet and if I have to admit to liking you to get you to fuck me, then fine. I like you!”
“You get pretty wild when you’re turned on, huh?”
“Mmm,” I say as I walk over to the bike. I straddle it facing him. “Wild doesn’t quite cover it. I tried avoiding you. It didn’t work. I tried being aloof, that didn’t work either. Now… ”
I slide forward a touch so my crotch is touching his. I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist. “Are we done chatting? ‘Cause honestly, I’m not in the mood to talk.”
He looks at me for a second before smiling.
“You’re going to kill me,” he says before he reaches forward and pushes my t-shirt up. He pulls me up into a sitting position and tugs it over my head. I do the same for him, for once I’d like to see under his clothes. I bite my lip to hide my smile when I see the nail marks running down his chest. He looks down to see what I’m smiling about.
He grins. “Yeah definitely a tiger.”
“You have no idea.” I purr as I lean forward and kiss him. I run my hands up into his hair, pulling it back so I can kiss under his chin. I give a nibble as he reaches round to undo my bra. He has it discarded in seconds and leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth. I arch back to give him more room. I moan my pleasure as he sucks and nibbles at it. He unclasps my legs from his waist and slides back. Grabbing the shorts he has them up and off me quickly. He looks at me, completely naked except my boots. I love that he clearly likes what he sees. I lean back giving him a good look.
He stands up and kicks off his boots, takes his trousers off and sits back down. He is so hard, so ready I fear it won’t last long. He takes my hips and slides me down to meet him. He runs his hands up and down my whole body and for a change I lie there and let him. I don’t try to touch him; I don’t do anything but watch him. I’m eager to see what he’s got when I’m not leading him.
He pulls up my hips and enters me. Slowly. My moan is long and soft. He pulls back and pushes forward. He’s being so gentle you’d think it was my first time. He keeps the rhythm going, softly, sweetly. He runs his hands up till he finds my breasts and squeezes them. He starts pinching my nipples all the while slowly moving inside me. I clench my muscles in time with his rhythm trying to edge him on. When nothing changes I clamp my legs round his waist holding him in me. When he can’t move back out he looks puzzled. This is new to me. Hard and fast, that’s how I like it.
“We’re moving postions,” I say.
I allow him to move out me and I stand up and turn round. I straddle the bike facing away from him and place my feet on the pegs. I ease him inside me and lower myself down his shaft. I re-arrange his legs so they’re between mine and rise up and move back down, picking up the pace as I go. I’m going harder and harder with each thrust. His hands are on my hips, holding on. I lean forward and clasp the handlebars. I thrust down hard and clench my pussy muscles to match my rhythm. There is nothing sweet about it now. Our breathing is ragged and the moans coming from him tell me he likes it like this. His hand moves round to play with my clit as I fuck him stupid.
I can barely breath, I’m moving so fast and hard. I feel my orgasm start to build. The sound of my bum slapping against him is loud, it only makes me thrust down harder. If I’m not careful I might break his dick. My orgasm starts and has me screaming out his name. I keep thrusting through it until I feel he’s cumming too. I slow my pace and allow him the final thrust that has him emptying into me. Exhausted, I tumble from the bike and lay on the grass. It’s hard to catch my breath but slowly it returns. He’s having just as tough a time breathing as I am. I sit up and look around, it’s gotten dark. I hadn’t noticed.
He looks over at me. “You really like it hard, don’t you?”
“Who doesn’t? And a little rough. You’ll need to take me home. I’m not sure a taxi will pick me up here.”
He sighs. “Sure.”
The ride home to my house takes about an hour. By the time we get there I am thoroughly exhausted. We pull up at my door and I get off the bike.
“Thanks for the ride, Dean, for all of them.”
He gets off the bike and stands in front of me. “Can I see you again? Tomorrow maybe?”
God, he’s so cute.
“Sorry, I have plans. I think it’s best if this is our last night.”
He looks hurt. I don’t want to wound him. but I’m way too busy for a relationship. I start walking up to my door and he follows me.
“Are you walking me to my door?”
He leans forward and kisses me. “‘Night, Tess.”
He turns and walks away. I let myself in and slump on my couch. I feel like a total bitch now. If only he knew how much I’d love to keep him. My doorbell rings and I go to answer it.
There he stands. “Dean?”
“Well, if this our last night and all…” He steps forward and kisses me, pushing me back into the house and I push the door shut…
Here’s hoping we make it to a bed this time.
